'White lie' by Paul Word

I hid under this robe of pretenceAnd watched you slit me in tense,The dagger sunk in five feet deepI stood, watching my heart weep.

Lies wrapped in chameleon foilChanging shades of colour,Many shade of lie painted whiteLies painted like a fine art.

Fragment of what true,My heart clinch in painLies became the truth you toldMy heart became the piece you sold.

Symphony of deceitPolls apart we did sitOrchestrating our death like a conductor.

You planted your care with thistleIt hit me like a missile,Our relationship sunkI played JackI died.

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