Poem no. 8

Oh sweet little lies,
The words we use as an excuse
Or to accuse, we have abused
It so much, we can't pay the price

Those light, delicate words,
Its origins so blurred
Pierce like a stray arrow
In the veins where blood cells flow

Oh those precious lies,
Just to escape the disaster
Like insignificant flies
How is it not bolder?

Oh sweet little lies,
How you roll the world like a dice
You twist the shameless truth
Into an endless place of ruth

Oh sweet little lies,
How long you'll do in order to suffice?
How long you'll do in order to hurt?
How long you'll do until it's too absurd?
© alxita