If your mouth spewed lies, They could slit my skin like knives Sharper than You could imagine. They would be Unstoppable, Unbreakable, Unpredictable. Before that could ever happen, I surrendered Taking my own knife, And hurting myself Before you ever could
Never lie to the same poem twice save it for the next one or better yet don't tell it at all for a lie no matter how beautiful it may sound or sweet it may taste rolling off the tongue will always leave behind a sour smell to linger in the mouth of the past and present and more often than not carry knives into the future
Never kiss a new lover with an old prayer on your lips it will not bloom to love or lust only heartache and embarrassment be alone and lonely and miserable until there is no stain or trace of old fire burning or cinders glowing or ashes still smoldering forming the face and the name that no longer cares for your prayers
Never tell the truth to a kiss that whispers only lies when speaking of love and dances with serpents that tend to planting seeds of venom and lust in the skin and the core of pleasure that will only wither and rot on the vine
be patient with yourself be kind to yourself time and life will pass and pass too quickly and pass too slowly
wait and listen
you will find what you need as it finds you...
and then you can kiss the love that whispers in dreams while only speaking the truth