I'm a Liar, Believe Me

I'm a Liar, Believe Me

A Poem by Tim Lion

Sell your pain for pills
Learn: salvation kills
Truth is just a word
An ache that reoccurs

I’m a liar
And I love to start small fires
In the crotch of blind desire
Where the weather’s always hot
And, the police steal your pot
I don’t need another friend

To point out my filthy sin

Believe me


I can slay the beast  

Prey upon the priest
Live until I die

Without asking why

I’m a liar
And I never get too lost

To calculate the growing cost

Of being hungry and distraught
And I don’t need another friend
To share my new playpen  

So leave me

Sell your pills for pain

Lose your soul to gain

Something sweet and fair

Nobody ever cared

Believe me

© 2012 Tim Lion


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"sell your pills forpain
lose your soul to gain
something sweet and fair
nobody ever cared"
very beautiful write ,,powerful and it holds alot of meaning in there! good job.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the capability to believe is a precious commodity.

The liar, speaks but misses his own truth.

This is pure honesty, whether the truth or not... It's like linking the drilling segments together and going deeper.
Marvelous stuff.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Leaves a lot to be dwelt upon!
Cleverly done love...impact!
xox

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i'm a liar

and these words touched me today

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tim Lion
Tim Lion

Lake Worth, FL



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Sometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..

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oh sorry, oh sorry,

A Poem by Tim Lion



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