Don’t tell me to lie
I seriously don’t want to try.
I’ve tried but failed
And my efforts have gone dry.
I won’t lie that you have beautiful eyes,
That speaks to me in volumes.
I see they’re shallow,
And tired of such lies.
I dare not say
You have the most lustrous hair.
I see they’re dull and messy,
Due to the dust and wind.
If I say you have the skin
that’s a blend of dark chocolate and cream.
I know you aren’t so vulnerable
To buy that cheap compliment.
Perhaps, I could say about those lips,
That reminds me of the crimson horizon.
But would you really believe it,
Knowing that they’re parched of regret and thirst.
Well, now I can say I’ve mastered the art.
As you’ve read this scribble all the way so far.
Believe it or not I lied the very first moment I said
I tried lying, but all in vain.