I lied to you today, m'dear
it's hard to say why,
perhaps out of fear.
I wasn't scared of you
persay, but scared of me.
we want different things
you know, you and I
I tell myself:
do not involve her.
I don't want to hurt you,
but I might.
Sometimes I can see
you think the same
behind those shined eyes.
it is a delicate mix
of love and lust,
m'dear.
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