Under the tongue
He spoke this,
but his hypocritical eyes,
spoke a foreign song
Her lips moved with the
smooth butter of flattery,
but her heart was like an active
volcano, awakening from its long sleep
He said the nicest things
with a porcelain smile
to pull it off,
but he was a talking antonym,
unlike the synonymism of sincerity
she's not who you think
she is...
he's not who you think
he is...
By Kakraba Afful
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