Naive

In the wake of all your musing I find myself questioning your intent and I must say, it's quite confusing Your lips utter one thing, but your actions scream another I'm torn, tossed and thrown into a sea of of feelings growing weak and weary from despair Being pulled asunder by a hand that's never there. And as I fight to understand the logic of your lies, you cover loosely all your tracks in alligator tears and false alibis. While on my end, I gave nothing fake Only pure love, did you receive... Only to find that I was the fool-- Naive...and you made me believe....