Lies Poem by Lauren Harper

Lies



Come to me dear.
Hurt me one more time.
If you dare to try.

Speak to me dear.
Let poison drip from our glossed lips.
For you will find that I know of your lies.

You, my dear, have underestimated me I fear.
Go on.
Let them listen to the false honey that descends your lips.

For in the end,
When your lips run dry.
It will be you that dies inside.

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