Liar to my heart,
liar to my soul.
Liar true from yesterday
and for how longs unknown.
Liar from the first of smiles,
liar with a frown.
Liar in the space you fill,
in places all around.
Liar deep within yourself,
liar to everyone else.
Liar whom dont know whats felt,
when the weight true breaks me down.
Its not love,
its lies to me,
every time that you are around.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/liar-74/
