B. Goodjoin (c) 2018
Honey dripped from his lying lips
like water from Niagra Falls…
The honey tasted so good.
Even as my heart was breaking–
I wanted to sweeten my coffee and tea
swallow the lies–live with deceit.
There came a point when I was
stung by the reality…
that just because it looks good,
It doesn’t mean it’s good for me.