In rhythmic breath of your lying heart,
Deceit and love play a deadly part,
Passion burns bright, but oh so fleet,
Betrayal lurks, beneath the sheet.
Your words a facade, a clever guise,
As truth and lies become allies,
The heart desires what it cannot keep,
And in its grasp, it buries deep.
A love that’s real, a love that’s true,
A heart that’s pure, not one askew,
For in the end, it’s honesty that prevails,
And the lying heart, it always fails.