Your lies are so
Easily-seen-through
That they look like
Wax paper on a cookie
Sheet, waiting to be
Dumped on with
*The*Sweetest*Delight*
As your jaw trembles
With pure nymphomaniac
Need combined with
A pinch -a dash- of love.
Loveliness never singed
So beautiful when you
Lied to me, no matter how
|Pathetic| the lies were;
I'll still believe you
Even though my >smarts<
Know much better.
I used to believe that
You could cure my
Glass Heart; That you
Could fix it with
A wave of your
Perfect wand and
Make me whole only
For you to drop my
Heart that can never
Change from Glass.
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