Ugly lies roll from your tongue,
you are the best at deceit,
second in that field to none,
your skills at breaking hearts can't be beat.
Leaving people in awe behind you,
not understanding what has now happened,
they did nothing but to you stay true,
and every one of their rules they did bend.
Love is a dirty four letter word now,
you have twisted it made it sad,
and always turning it fowl,
leaving people feeling cold, and mad.
Deception is your tool of trade,
webs of heartless bodies you leave,
seed of doubts to ever being happy was laid,
in their own selves they no longer believe.
This is now what you have made me be,
you wanted back in my life,
you to can suffer, the pain you will see,
when I leave you at the alter and not become your wife.
© Copyright 2008 Mad Curves
