we as woman are told to tell little lies to
just make the time go on by
smoothly to soothe our lovers
from heartbreak and disappointment
it’s we were are so prone to disagreement
just breathe, count to ten who knows what
is wrong with them
the lies kiss my lips goodbye and greets my lover
hello with hope and no hostility.
I sleep soundly that night as my secret is safe with me.
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