Lies

A poem about lies

Perfectly complexed,

Easily believed.

Completely grieved.

Secretly untold.

A minute to a thousand years old.

It creates breakable ties.

It's seen in a serpents' eyes.

It's the words of a lover,

or the lie of a hater.

A lie is a lie.

It makes you tongue tied.

When you are figured out you might as well have died.

Because the truth of lie,

You might as well die.

than speak another untold lie.

Reviews

[Amanda]

I really like this, great job

[Soul Fire]

thank you