Pants On Fire
The eyes of a liar,
are easy to read.
They're always searching,
to see if you believe.
Everytime you blink,
the liar takes heed.
He knows there's a possibility,
that you don't believe.
He starts to get nervous,
licking his lips like a lollipop treat.
He rubs his nose,
and shuffles his feet.
He'll cross his arms,
to protect his heart from thee.
For fear you'll know,
he's done the dirty deed.
If you roll your eyes,
he'll still want you to believe.
Copyright © Vickie Hurtt - Thayer | Year Posted 2022
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