I accepted, I considered you honest,
when you spake you carried a torch for me, that you loved me
when you stroked my hair and spake, " you're winsome my love"
I believed you again.
when you held my hand and spake again,"We are meant to be"
I believed your prepossessing countenance.
but I forgot, you're a falsifier,
you're a teller of untruths,
you're a fabricator my love,
you're the one at fault.
prejurer my love, I never imagined you'd be,
an equivocator whom I believed over and over again.
now I shall tell the untruths, with no faults I spake,
"i love you deeply,
and this heart beats for you, come back, come back.."
won't hesitate in calling myself now,
a falsifier, teller of untruths.
©daksha.dax
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