They Are Telling the Untruth

Every Night You Come Home Smelling Like her tenderness, when i ask i become the Guilty and you the innocent "okay am sorry Let's drop" and with a cheeky smile you head to our room . Ancestral ghosts appear to me every night "he is lying"they assert , i hear them but i Do not listen .nay i know they are telling the Untruth, they were not there when you asked me out. This feels unreal i do not believe the newspaper That they are selling me , i won't even think of Buying it , but the cover page seems so real The front page is made of a hardest hardcover But still i won't buy it , i don't have time for such. Even the wind has the tendency of lying to me These days,No! ! I can't take this anymore love Tell them yourself to stop since my voice is thin All of you stop lying. The ways of the untruths Is not right stop or you will kill someone, You weren't there when we first met You do not know us There must be a good Justification for the tenderness smell of her But unloyalty is not one of that i trust him My doubts level can never reach my love and trust Level so once again shut up