The Lies He Told Poem by Otatade IseghohiOkojie

Creeping cars,
with slowing walks
Smiling teeth,
Yet the lies you talk,
I saw something
a glimpse per chance,
Misted
frosted,
By my dalliance
With pains seasoning
Hurt needs no reasoning
Folded blades
And slits and lies,
The gossip
of your vomit tongue
I wont free
the burden of your conscience
Overcompensate you will,
Prepping fear and poison
Still,
Creeping cars
with slowing walks,
Nothing there but the lies you talk.