Truth is a word that erased its self from your dictionary
Your mind made up of fables and fiction
You sing lies to me like lullabyes
Full of vivid dreamy pictures
Your creativity holds no bounds
As you tell your wonderous tale
You speak of graver danger
Determined to make a sale
You hope that I will buy it
As your story progresses on
You never give up trying
Your shambled verbal con
And all so you can hide
What you've really done
I think I need to remind you
I already know what you've done wrong
freedomchaser24 freedomchaser24
22-25, F
1 Response Jul 22, 2010

I can't describe how this poem makes me feel in words so I am just going with: wow