Sweet Lies
His words, sugar coated lies.
Like honey comb to flies.
Many are drawn to it.
His sting am familiar with.
No longer can I be enticed.
Knew love's beauty, his actions were ugly.
The dance of honey and flies,
Sweet trap for the innocent,
those unaware of his character.
Only deception follows.
He entangles the needy.
The wounded in search of truth.
The weary, he deprives of rest.
Mostly those who trusts him.
He is Satanic.
Copyright © Ruth Garnes | Year Posted 2014
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