A Lie So Weak

Just a piece of poetry I wrote

I saw you reach out to me but then you turned away
the look on your face explained more than you could say
a lie so weak had been written right across my face
unintentionally aimed to take you from your place
pessimism won and the mistake was too soonly made
your beating organ bruised, stolen, and afraid
the warmth of the sound to your joyful vibe
turned to ash and decay of my devilish tribe
placed in control of this corrupted game
hands held back and curiousity has came
this is the end the end of your bliss
destroyed with the lie the lie of my kiss