Credit: Noell Oszvald
You say I lie, but you're a bigger liar
Twisting memories to veil your grotesque heart
You fiddle with words, lace them as art
Then strike me with blows with no prior
Warning, your every kiss is black fire
Waiting to suffocate my throat
You say I lie, but you're a bigger liar
Twisting memories to veil your grotesque heart
Beneath smooth clothes, you are a collector
Of wicked games, & I, a poor sport
Of your diversions. Now, I am scarred
With guilt, wallowing in rust & mire
You say I lie, but you're a bigger liar
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Writing to Rondel poetry form, Hosted by Gayle ~ Thanks for the visit ~
