Scarlet Lies

“Fine!” she said, “I'm going away.”

“You'd better pack those bags” was all I could say.

By the time I'd changed my mind

She was a figment, a dream,

As sad as it seems, so gone.

Lies! Lies!

So with an emptiness inscribed

You must avert those sorrow eyes,

For not a willow wept until the night you left

And a penultimate kiss don't taste as fervent as this, my love.

Beneath a sun that shines so bright,

Or as we're waltzing through the night

On top of cobblestones, those silent tones

Could paint a picture of you in the evening dew, alone.

Lies! Lies!

And I was wrong to dance so slow,

But I needed time to realize just where to go.

In the search to find the flower for you

I came across a poet or two.

Scarlet lies dripped from their eyes,

So take it from me, how bad could it be, my love?

I said take it from me, how bad could it be, my love?