They Are Telling the Untruth
Every Night You Come Home Smelling
Like her tenderness, when i ask i become the
Guilty and you the innocent "okay am sorry
Let's drop" and with a cheeky smile you head to our room .
Ancestral ghosts appear to me every night
"he is lying"they assert , i hear them but i
Do not listen .nay i know they are telling the
Untruth, they were not there when you asked me out.
This feels unreal i do not believe the newspaper
That they are selling me , i won't even think of
Buying it , but the cover page seems so real
The front page is made of a hardest hardcover
But still i won't buy it , i don't have time for such.
Even the wind has the tendency of lying to me
These days,No! ! I can't take this anymore love
Tell them yourself to stop since my voice is thin
All of you stop lying. The ways of the untruths
Is not right stop or you will kill someone,
You weren't there when we first met
You do not know us
There must be a good Justification for the
tenderness smell of her
But unloyalty is not one of that i trust him
My doubts level can never reach my love and trust
Level so once again shut up
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