by H.B. Corse

Created on: June 24, 2009

It lights your face, colors your eyes.

Your glances are always sideways now.

Look in my eyes, tell me your sorry.

I love to see you lie.

Don't you know I can see it.

It must be obvious I know who you are.

Still you speak from the side of your mouth,

without stuttering a single word.

You weren't sorry then, why now?

Since you were caught I suppose.

Now what you did was wrong, you tell me so,

without stuttering a single word. I love to see you lie.

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