Pretty little liars

You tell me what I want to hear, Smooth words masking what’s unclear. A smile that hides the cracks inside, Pretending nothing’s wrong to hide. You weave your stories, gentle and sly, Convincing tears when you tell a lie. But I see past the careful disguise, A good liar’s game, but not wise. Still, I listen, caught in the sway, Hoping truth will find its way. Because even lies, when wrapped so tight, Can leave a heart lost in the night.