A Silver Tongue
Love's sacrificed on the altar of pride,
when you dismissed any feelings of pain.
For your arrogance denied love had died,
convincing yourself I'm acting insane.
The truth lies buried, hiding your intent,
as you ignore the anguish in my cries.
And the stain of deceit marked love's descent;
as flattery and lies clouded my eyes.
Naive about the status of love's fate,
innocence had me pursuing a dream.
And jumping ahead, unwilling to wait,
I naively took trust to the extreme.
A promise grown old when hope was still young,
love, isn't always forever, as fabled.
For when lies get spun by a silver tongue,
feelings are seldom correctly labeled.
As the depths of despair contort my mood;
my ego, no longer rejects the truth.
And my heart recoils, for sex, becomes lewd,
contrary to the delusions of youth.
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