Siren
The whisper carried with it a promise.
Carried with it a lie.
Wrapped up in beautiful words and lilting syllables.
Who was to say it was true?
Who to plead the case for its falsehood?
It was hard to tell with her.
You knew you couldn’t trust a thing that came from her mouth.
And yet you wanted nothing more than to believe her.
Gorgeous women make the best liars.
They make the best of everything.
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Sara J | Year Posted 2022
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