Deceit wears many forms and faces,
unsuspecting eyes false eyelashes,
smiles red lipstick lies mouth more
kisses
lies
sweet words tries like exotic roses,
but with its pricking thorns that poses,
threatening the sincerity of the bond,
truth's true love yearning to be found,
but still deceit emerges from the ground.
copyright@2006 by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.
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