Song: Life, Love, And Other Lies Poem by Dave SmithWhite

Song: Life, Love, And Other Lies

Rating: 5.0


Will I tell her everything,
Or will I tell her lies?
All my stories take false wing,
But still with me, she flies.
Should I tell her everything?
(I've heard back from my spies,
That she'll believe anything,
I say, when I advise.)

Will I tell her everything,
Or will I tell her lies?
To me, it's no idle fling:
A waltz between her thighs.
Should I tell her anything,
Or praise her to the skies?
A queen, and every man her king,
As every fool is wise!

Will I tell her everything,
Or will I tell her lies?
That all the baggage that I bring,
Is a burden worth the prize.
Will I tell her everything,
Or will I tell her lies?
Can she resist my mortal sting,
Or see tnrough my disguise?

Will I tell her everything,
Or will I tell her lies?
How vital is her quenching spring,
For a thirst that ever dries.
Will I tell her anything?
Will I tell her lies?
A puppet with her twisted strings,
That just breaks down and cries.

Should I tell her everything,
Should I tell her lies?
That it's her, and her mood swings;
Lay odds for love's demise.
Would I tell her anything,
I'd wrap it as surprise;
For all the verses that I sing,
Are sung in grim devise.

Will I tell her everything,
Or will I tell the lie?
That while my chaff needs winnowing,
Yet still she bakes my pie.
Should I tell her anything,
And risk her tart reply,
But stuff her dimpled pudding
Till, 'the end', they say, 'is nigh'.

Should I tell her anything,
Should I tell her lies?
Should I tell her how I cling,
To the trust sunk in her eyes?
Should I tell her anything,
Should I tell her lies?
That poet's know, not one blind thing,
'Bout how, love lives and dies!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rachel Butler 24 October 2011

'All my stories take false wing, But still with me, she flies' RAB

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