You are an artist when it comes to words.
Your tongue is the brush, my heart the canvas.
You knew just the words to paint my heart the color
of love you promised me.
You charmed me with reds of passion.
Little did I know that it was only a disguise.
It was a cover for the hues of deep blue you
painted underneath.
You were sneaky with your painted strokes.
You were smoothly distracting me from the poison
that you used to bring it together.
You painted a picture of lies and deceit,
Masquerading as honesty, trust and love unconditionally.
You painted my heart and you painted it well.
I just wish I’d known that underneath the painted beauty
Lied the truth you intended to paint.
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