Tell me your lies,
Dear trusted friend
I like the scorn in your eyes
Like Hell looking for
Souls of the dead
Would you tell me another lie
- my girl?
I like the scorn in your voice
Like a wild fire,
Burning in my heart
And making light
in the dark.
Like a sharp knife
In wicked hands,
Cutting up my heart.
.
Please tell me another lie?
- My dear
At the end, we shall all
Meet at, deads end
Many a flaming
Liars like hell.
Efe Benjamin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tell-me-your-lies/
