JSMJ

I've kissed the lips that lied to me
under summer's dancing clouds,
and again in your parent's bedroom
where no one made a sound

We wallowed in our silence
and rolled through seas of sheets.
We were younger then and naive,
the thought of love was our deceit.

Your hands were soft, but painted red,
the lies dripped off your tongue,
your eyes were black, bottomless pits
like empty wells dried up by the sun.

The putrid stench of dishonesty
was imbedded in your skin,
with hair tossed across your pretty face
hiding all but your guilty grin.

And though I knew it the whole time,
I chose to play along.
I pretended to be apathetic
and forgave your every wrong.

So who's the fool in this cold game
Where lover becomes beast
And pain tears at their weary souls
Where their hearts have ceased to beat