I sell you false love with my cheap words,
you ask me for a receipt with your eyes,
we argue with our hearts.
I’ll make you a promise, if you make me a sandwich.
I’ll give you my opinion, if you give me a break.
Give me a lift, and I’ll give you a gift.
I’ll write you a sonnet, but you probably won’t want it, even if I insist on it.
Tell me what I want to hear, and I will tell you a story about a man who abandoned you while your still stranded, standing right in front of me.
Call me clever, and I’ll never call you back.
By Ryan Wiles