Fresh lies are shiny, bright pins
We are distracted by their brilliance
Gold and silver that have slid off tongues with a tinkle
As the light fades, they start to rust
and when we prick our souls with rusty pins
the poison starts to seep in
I no longer contemplate a future, a kiss
Not with a barbed tongue
and venomous lips
I look at your eyes
Only in a faded photo
Of your reflection in a mirror
The image is not clear
But oh my faithless heart and mind
Play that same old movie
Of your lips on mine
The way your turned to smile at me
eyes crinkling, before talking
Before issuing those shiny lies.
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