Conscious Lies

Conscious Lies I know am not your type I can't afford you for a day and more No promises for a pocket;  in pain Memories that stole my heart Those lies I kept in a file Being her number four It soaked my feelings like a black paint I chose to follow a new path. I have been there before To see her in all her flaws Her beauty , melts my thought I; the reject to pause Her face today, efforts to waist To chase my dream in vein I but a dead hero with name Who prays to win his a game He knows, where a built on lies. So sad to say he changed For the lady who stole the day. And her beauty that stays always in his minds gaze.                 By Lekene Paul