Pretty words
Have never sounded better than
When they roll off
Your tongue.
It would seem I should
Know better
By now
But I can't bring myself to
Stop listening.
And though your lips
Are painted with deceit,
I'll gladly stay
For your voice is slightly
Intoxicating,
Almost
Mesmerizing,
A silver web spun by
Clever hands.
I promise I will stay quiet.
So please,
Tell me another lie.
YOU ARE READING
Gin in Teacups
Casuale"Oh down in Albion They're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from 'round here? How do you do? I'd like to talk about that Talk over Gin in teacups And leaves on the lawn Violence in bus stops And the pale thin girl with eyes forlor...
