I am no more a man of my word
I lie each day to each person I see
I am a liar
Each gaze of my twinkling eyes
Would definitely tell you a new story
Each new time would you see me
I am no more persistent
No more constant fears
No more eternal sorrows
No more everlasting moments
Of temporary joys
No more psychedelic dreams
I am called sober
As I am respectable now
Still
I lie like I breathe
With each pulse of my arrhythmic heart
I sing a beautiful song
Wrapped in a glittery red paper
Of deceit and betrayal
Wow
I am a Liar
I can make people believe in
What I deny each night
Before going to bed
As I am an expert now
Hats off to me
What a great human I make
I can make words look like an ancient painting
Stroked with the brush
Of vivid revelations
And people would believe
As it is divine
I am a liar today
I may be a saint tomorrow
I have been here. You construct the pride in a skill that succeeds in portraying the ability or willingness to lie as an art rather than deviance. Excellent.
Im with Isaac's openion.... All we can do is Search for the Truth in our lies... Good Write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what all we indulge in to survive within and without!