• Perfection at it's best

    these lies come so easily

    a mix of truth and tales

    combine to form deception

    a configuration of words

    slowly stabbing a wounded heart

    buying your words

    for what little they're worth

    tears touch cheeks

    of a pale bitter face

    and slide down

    to burn broken lips

    painfully awaken

    from a dram of distress

    only to find it's my reality.