Lies

• Ella Quinn, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2012

Bitter taste rolls off the tongue,
Velvet voices are thinly strung.
Sickly-sweet be the weltering rose,
And dry laughter be the call of crows.
Sounding wrong and out of tune,
As horrid music fills the room.
Your softest whisper deafens the ear,
Untruths told by a sinful leer.
Mournful tears gently rolled,
Because today a lie was told.