your lies are like petals picked from the most poisonous flower
A flower I could sit and listen to for hours
the more I listen the more you pick, and you cast them over me like stars in the darkest sky.
and they land,
and they stick,
and they puncture me,
and they drain form me the sweetest honey
those petals aren't soft
and neither are your lies
I can see them in your eyes
the more you pick and cast the more I recognize
that I could never pick a petal from that flower
and cast it at anyone other.