Lies
Deception
False truths
Perceptions
Views, points unheard
Tears
Feelings hurt
My vision is blurred
Lines have been crossed
Smoke ablaze
Dark nights subside
POP
CRACKLE
BOOM
CLOW
The sounds of the fire crackers
Loud
Your voice so little
The more you whisper
The sound of your voice magnifys
Like the glasses
That help old people read
Murder
Our love the sweetest kind of murder
Two shots fired
And I still haven't got you
Yes patience is a virtue
But it's like a great man
Once said
You'll catch more bees with honey
Than vinegar
But how sweet
Do I have to taste
For you to be caught
Like a spider catches
The bugs in his web
