©2010 Sword of Kindness
You come around being so nice
like the things you did you never meant
the words you cover with, sugar and spice
I feel a fool being so kind again.
We chat and talk like it never ended
like friends out for lunch, time unwinding
but the words you say are dead and spent
reminding me of what we had in binding.
I hear from others how you really feel
you smile outside your thinly worn skin
pretending with me more just to close the deal
hurting me so, the way you care is a mortal sin
You using them to say what you cant or wont
innocent messengers you use to talk to me
having a soul is just something you dont
you're too busy tearing and wearing to see.
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