You call me a lair.
You say I cheat.
Yet,
You appear,
Blind,
To the fact,
That you are,
Whom I lie for.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poetry* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
Liar.
You call me a lair.
You say I cheat.
Yet,
You appear,
Blind,
To the fact,
That you are,
Whom I lie for.
