Flowers of Deceit

Words were his ally, as it flows from his mouth
like flowers, they were sweet and sensible
Every day I wanted more of him and his lies
like flowers, they were beautiful, but only as long as it lived

His smile was the canvas of his deceit
Flattery was his weapon of choice, he speak no truth
He almost stole my heart, but I saw beyond his smile
A painting of pain and regrets, I don’t need that anymore

Daily Post: Flattery

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