Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2013
Honesty is not my virtue
but lying is my friend.
Whenever I say something untrue
my troubles are at an end.
Other people spread the truth
trying to be good
but lying is a game for youth
in every neighborhood

My true dear friend lies
why are you so good to me?
You are the strongest rope that ties
my problems up for free

Dearest pal lies you help me out
a blank face is all I need.
to push away the other's doubt
of the stories that I weave.

There's a great beauty in lying
such work to know all the words
to say to send me up and flying
in the air with all the birds.

Lies, you're just the truth well told
you light in me such a fire
the lies I spin will never unfold
a good person's just a bad liar.
Tasha Gill
Written by
Tasha Gill  Mankato, MN
(Mankato, MN)   
2.0k
     Lux Welch
Please log in to view and add comments on poems