Lies Kill Poem by Saint Cynosure

First given has a little kiss,
such silent taps upon the door.
The less the flesh that's shown to one,
so craves the need for more.
Colorless has daffodils,
in the dark of winters night.
Was the first of what I thought was truth,
yet lies was what was right.
Every word that you had spoken,
empty false unfixed and broken.
Valueless has is a token,
traded out for bills.
Emotionless because your lies,
it is my heart they kill...