Lie to Me

His eyes are slits, his heartbeat fast;

everything moves like a train.

Back and forth on forward tracks,

He takes a breath, his lungs strain.

Quick as a whip, fast as lightening;

The story falls like the walls of Troy.

Deep within he was always lying,

But on the outside he was just a ploy.

Reviews

[Dylan I. Cree]

I like this. He was just a ploy. I think that may apply to every guy I have ever liked. Anyway, goof job.