All his perfect little lies
Love that he never supplies
Tries to hide the deception in his eyes
Ignore intuitions scream in between loud sighs
Then we say our goodbyes
Maybe that was not all too wise?
The shame gradually will build and rise
Is he really one of the bad guys?
All his perfect little lies
He is gone with his perfect alabis
Can't blame him, my choice, my demise
I saw clearly through his disguise..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem