I hate, when people lie,
What love, what listen true
I'm not a good, I'm lie
too, when say, -your words not pain for me
I'm bad, but who
can say me-what I do in your warm
hands, what I say, feel... How I can try?

Hey.
That's just what I can say,
When you just came by to say hi.
Your eyes,
Tell me that you're implying your lies.
To be honest, I wanna cry,
When I see your eyes.
Telling me the truth, I don't even know why you're lying.
Your lies,
It's just came by,
Through your eyes.
Your lies just flies,
From your eyes, to my eyes.

Dry lips
Gnashing teeth;
All the words
that come out
of it
are lies,
His words
are dusky and
beasty-
there's rage
and no sign
of guilt
Like it was kept
for a long time,
His heart
is a dark
hidden sanctuary
with cast off
memories
and lifeless
moments;
He is a liar

I hated my exes
Because they were always lying
When they said they loved me
But then again
So was I

It's a weapon
It's the truth
It's a lie
It's a reason why
You should stay alive
To write your poems
To write your stories
To write
Show us what's in your heart
So we can help
So we can write something to help
That's the pen's job
To write
To help
The pen

When others meet you,
All they see is kindness,
And they tell me,
You have yourself a keeper.

I don't understand what it is,
But I just,
Feel myself,
Not falling any deeper.

I have this self pressure,
That I should be saying,
I love you.
But it would only be a lie.

For now I will hold back,
As only time will tell...
I do feel like I should say it,
But I WILL not tell a lie.

Who am I? Woke up
and left the person I’d been,
lying in a room
I don’t want to cry in-

Can I run at a speed that tears
tears from cheeks,
dispersing them into air like
explosive seeds,
saplings birthing
from different needs,
three people in one bead:

My silence has a time bomb. I’ll
have to speak
or in madness,
I'll squeak.
Lies have numbed me; In

frozen ice
entrapped,
waiting to be dropped into
liquid: I’ll melt,
into something
Moreover,
sometimes I’m crushed
and find myself lower
Man in an ice tray,
where cold air is warmer. If

I had to be born again,
could I not have regained
the body of Bird?
Weak or strong,
flying faster than legs -  
I'll move from one
person to treason-

the body is ageing,
soul travels through thousands
places and lifetimes,
ovr'
lands of lies.