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
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