They all lie


Firm arms wrapped around my waist

Chocolatey skin I can almost taste

Your words caress my senses

But strangely provoke my defenses

These words you speak, are they even yours?

Or have you read them behind closed doors?

My mind is busy deciphering your words

While my stomach is full of small birds 

Fluttering around 

They almost lift me from the ground

But before I reach cloud nine

I remember my mother told me "they all lie"

As I slowly come back to reality

I am faced with truths brutality 

"They all lie"


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