POEM OF THE MONTH
HEATHER LENNOX

Deceit
Lies, lies, sweet little lies.
That's all you tell me
As my imagination flies
Over what you hide behind your
Lies, lies, sweet little lies.

Hands, hands, sweet little hands.
They hold my heart
Like rigid silver steel bands
And control my feelings in your
Hands, hands, sweet little hands.

Arms, arms, sweet little arms.
They are around me
Protecting me from life's harms,
And comforting me within your
Arms, arms, sweet little arms.

Lies, lies, sweet little lies.
"They no longer work"
My mind shouts out and cries
"Let me go, and free me from your
Lies, lies, sweet little lies."
 



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