Someone’s soul is sinister…
Lies spread like disease…
Someone is trying to play me for a fool
By using words to manipulate circumstance,
The past has fragmented the present,
Old anger and tears are still causing damage,
They say they’ve let go,
But still they snidely abuse each other,
On the surface, conveying pure hatred,
Underneath, expressing desire to go back
To times when they were happy,
Eyes don’t lie,
Hers still glow bright on any mention of his name
Before becoming darker in an attempt to revert
To her front of detestation,
His interests are only in moving on and around,
Never flailing, always abusing,
Constantly getting what he wants
Before using someone else…
Someone’s soul is sinister…
Lies spread like disease…
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