Your lies,
Those smiles
Was it worth the demise?
The cloud nine,
Was never mine.
Butterflies gave warning signs,
Snubbed those rotting vines,
Stuck with my lying truth.
I welcomed him,
Trying to giggle in muffled screams.
Accepted it,
You were never free.
Fell in for a chiseller,
Having abandoned my heart's devise,
Had my eyes shut tight,
With a forlorn bliss whispered in,
"Maybe all your lies,
All those smiles,
Was worth my demise."
~~your lee