How does it taste?
How does your tongue taste when you sing the bitter harmony of lies?
How does it feel?
How do your fingertips feel as they meticulously contrive an intricate twist of the truth with the ease of blinking?
How does it look?
How do you look yourself in the mirror after deluding some one into false hope to avoid an unpleasant conversation?
How does it sound?
How do you hear yourself relenting nontruths without wanting to rip your ears and lips off?

How does it taste?
How do I taste when you're tackling my tongue and heart while avoiding the truth?
How does it feel?
How do I feel with my hand in yours while your other hand holds the reality?
How does it look?
How does my smile look with your knowledge that I shouldn't have it?
How does it sound?
How does my confiding that my love for you is true sound while you stutter out I love you too?