TRUE LIES
TRUE LIES
When expressed love is all for show
Almost a hug, and that fake smile
And yet thinking no-one will know
Yet looking elsewhere all the while
It’s just a poor version of guile
Who might question gestures like this
But if they knew, they’d run a mile
Still more room left for artifice
It is reaping what one may sow
Unlike feelings that raise the bile
No response is the Quid pro quo
Pretence one step away from vile
With no honour left to defile
Yet one can tell it from a kiss
It feels like turning down the dial
Still more room left for artifice
When love is real the blood will flow
Sensing more substance over style
False expression is pretty low
Be found guilty when gone to trial
Lie after lie in a great pile
Think if you believe it is bliss
Maybe resistance is futile
Still more room left for artifice
Claiming it’s normal is facile
Of truth, it is antithesis
So adopt another profile
Still more room left for artifice
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