tell me sweet little lies all day, i will believe them, innocuous little tales of fancy

but don’t build up false hope, make a teetering tower of glass dreams around me

i can sift through the facades of a hundred falsehoods, i cannot take another foolish hope gone bad

use your slippery tongue to knit yarns in which you are the heroine of your own tale

but please stop trying to take me under your wing if that wing is feathers glued to a serpent tail

that isn’t helpful, just unnecessarily cruel, there is enough cruelty in this world as is