A Woman Scorned

A Woman Scorned

Bitter and twisted, wrapped up in lies,
So insecure you live ten different lives.
Flashing your eyes, your come to bed smile,
She falls into your arms, a woman beguiled,
You can't lie forever, with her in your arms,
Not all that clever, despite all your charms,
To many lies with threads coming loose,
Your words knotted like rope forming a noose,
Lie upon lie, your veneer starts to craze.
The truth in my eyes as upon her you gaze,
The rope round your neck now unbearably tight.
The lies you've told choke you as I kiss you goodnight.