lie

and she cries fake tears 
with a sneer, a leer,
as she does things unforgiving,

but begs for forgiveness.

a little white lie, and she kills a heart; fresh and ready
and plunging for it, she takes another long breath
and plunging for it, she marks herself inconsiderate.

and she tries too hard,
to let down, to love hate,
with a fucking threehundredkissesaday,
she forgets her own name

and cries for forgiveness.

so she laughs fake laughs,
lust and luck, with pure infatuation,
she takes his hand and leads him on,
to a world of fantasizing about her all night long,

and she cries with a sneer,
aware of the hurt,
as she does things unforgiving,

but begs for forgiveness.

A fucking debauchery,
she plays with fire, until she burns his heart,
not hers,
a little too late, 
and her life is twisted,
whispering into his ears, thinking of kissingstrangers
frolicks of cheating roses and rolling in the bushes.

her name is mockery,
and she lives to lie.