Like Liquid

Like liquid, 
like lies, 
flowing from those perfect lips, 
imperfections fluctuate and die, 
& leave the lonely, 
& keep the cute,
and sound off the bold, 
& kill the mute. 

She whispered to the sky, 
and he let her words float, and die. 

He lives like liquid, 
a living lie.
Blood from the broken lip, 
he spoke of love, 
he let love slip, 
and the echo sighs.