2 pretty lies

there was a beauty in the way he told lies , how his tongue would touch his lips and through moistened lips he'd lie .but he's lies were pretty

they'd make you feel good and warm. They'd leave burning trails on your skin, each kiss a lie he'd swallow and keep swallowing, whenever he felt alone.

that was the trick of his lies, they'd caress and envelope you, making you feel whole.they were such pretty lies, it was the only way I'd feel pretty , listening to those lies