bitter harvest
what wicked, evil thing am Ito say I love
though it's a lie
with silk-smooth tongue
assuage fear
while wishing someone else were here
false honesty
deceitful eye
I lie and lie and lie and lie
for all these years
the only thing
to have you in between my knees
my punishment
you'll never know
you've never owned a heart of gold
and though to you
this body clings
heart is gone on memory's wings
for I can't give
what I don't own
in another life my heart was sown
the harvest never
to be reaped
my whole heart, an empty seed
what evil, wicked thing am I
to tangle with
these broken lies?
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