Lie to me
your words so sublime
fruit from the vine
when you say that you’re mine
Want to hear it again
your words fall so well
on this affection starved soul
your truth a hard sell
Of whispered sweet nothings
taking all I can get
You’ll stop at nothing
You win every bet
Lie to me
I really don’t mind
what I don’t know won’t hurt
there’s always next time
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Author:
Goddess of the Mist (
Offline) - Published: February 20th, 2019 23:05
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Crafty, you give no mention of the little white lies you're feeding to him/her.
He he he, i'm teasing you.
Love the way you leave this dangling, encouraging your reader to consider your future.
Thank you, dusk arising, for your thoughts and teasings.... 😉
I really liked this... bravo...
Thank you for reading, Neville!
my pleasure for sure.. N
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