The Face of a Liar

A glint of mischief,

A hint of trouble,

In the eyes,

So green,

So alluring.

So tempting.

And so full of lies,

So many lies.

A mouth,

Curved up in smirk,

It teases me.

He knows my every weakness.

My every flaw.

My every fear.

A mouth that spits out lies.

So many lies.

It is him we dream of,

Perhaps in different forms,

Still the same trickster.

Still the same liar.

He is our nightmare.

The pretty face that tells us we can't,

The pretty face that tells only lies.

So many lies.