The greatest lie ever told
Was embellished with thoughts
Of blooming hearts
And ignorant sunshine
But reality scoffs
For it is a misunderstanding
Between forgetful enemies
Flourishing in poor light
Breathe in the air
It smells of garbage
Or perhaps untruths
A lingering illness
Sickening
The poets who wrote smiles
Are delusional addicts
Along with the lyricists
Who put on the greatest game
Of aggravating pretense
So what is this game
Of foolish minds, nonexistent organs
And who knows
Except for those who see
And comprehend the fact
That Romeo lied
