Thoughts of an Eccentric Author

Lips Full of Lies

I broke a glass and into a million pieces it shattered,
Picked one up and cut myself, enduring the pain but faltered
A drop of blood, staining white cloth, and later left a scar,
Screeching in pain as bitter tears of anguish fill this jar

All this suffering, someone find me a cure,
And restore my former self, so clean and pure
Cheating one and all, both foolish and wise,
Eyes masking deception, lips full of lies