The lies we tell

Could I be like Poe and hear the raven tap,

Or should I just be me?

You want me to sit with my heart under the floor,

But I kissed you goodbye before the second course.

Words come to me like velvet sheets,

When I write them, it’s like wine.

I sit here thinking how I can forgive you for all your awful lies.

Ten pieces of silver and two of gold

Couldn’t buy back what he stole.

Yet, you sit here looking straight at me

And grin with snarling teeth.

I smile back and think of how I should leave,

Or maybe listen to the words you say.

But times are strange,

And birds still sing.

Tomorrow is another day.