Lying Lips
Quick are their lips to judge the acts of man,
As you go along, they have words to say
The false stories walk and the wrong news run;
The words have wings and a nest of dismay.
No mark of goodness registers on mind,
The faults of others, they all remember
Your smallest mistakes they will try to find
And reveal it with a mock and laughter.
The eyes of man is set upon your flaws
It's a habit of a wrong attitude
A sarcastic tongue never takes a pause;
Always a long talk, poison against good.
My friend, fear not, ignore those lying lips
For they talk nothing but nonsense gossips.
© MACA.T.A.
# 1,482
8 July 2016
2: 32 p.m.
Shakespearean Sonnet
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