You smile to cover up your indiscretion.
You laugh to pretend that my tears do not exist.
You kiss me to convince me of your faithfulness.
You assure me that she is in the past without ever admitting your sin.
Not out of guilt, but our of fear of breaking your pride.
I smile to cover up my animosity.
I laugh so that you won’t see my intent.
I kiss you back pretending that I do not taste her desire for you.
If she still believes she is your future you are still unjust.
You have left us to decay.
This was done for Lance’s 100 word song.
As always, you have seven days from now to write 100 words inspired by The Afghan Whigs, Debonair. Link it to Mr. Linky below, tell Leeroy and I, as well as twitter, Facebook, and all of your friends. Use the hashtag #100wordsong on the twitter. Have a great week