* A little poem I wrote in a Creative Writing class a friend of mine teaches.
Lie. Go on, do it.
Lie to me.
Lie to me while you lie beside me.
Lie to me the way I like it.
Lie to me with empty promises.
Lie to me with strong conviction.
Lie to me to keep me hooked on your addiction.
Lie to me with wide smiles and cozy eyes.
Lie to me to validate what I know inside.
Lie to me.
Lie. Go on, do it.
Lie.
Though short, that poem hits the nail on the head. :) I am probably the worst liar out there, lol, even if someone egged me on to go on and lie, whatever came out would be so obvious that it was a lie.
ReplyDeleteBut, I've met my fair share of champion liars. The kind that you'd never guess were lying. Pretty much everything you wrote in this poem, skilled liars are capable off.