Words of a trickster,
with the gift to gab and lips that lie.
Absence in their actions,
no care in the world and only tears given to cry.
My deceiver of false hopes and fabricated fairytales
A moment of intimacy ingenuine
and the future you would sell.
Love, although we've departed
Thanks for the most greatest gift I carried within.
That love can never be misinterpreted,
Only a blessing and unconditionally unlimited