The ice in her eyes

Melted the trickle of lies

Encrypted on her face

Exposing a jasmine malaise

 

A trace of despair

Aces - a pair

Concealed up her sleave

Flattered to decieve

 

The weave of the web

The nails - a bed

The words - token

Olive branches, stripped - broken

 

Guilt sounds tip toe

Around a blonde glow

In the looking glass

Of new mown grass

 

Sold as green

But never seen

Never heard

In the gallop of the herd