You line the walls of my heart
With the false promises you weave.
Like beautifully draped cobwebs
Gathering dust - in them I can't believe.
The little spiders on the webs
Are the little seeds of my doubt.
I want to get a duster,
And blast the cobwebs out.
The silvery sheen on the webs
Mesmerise my eyes,
What mesmerises me even more
Is the way you spin your lies.
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