He spoke this,

but his hypocritical eyes,

spoke a foreign song

Her lips moved with the

smooth butter of flattery,

but her heart was like an active

volcano, awakening from its long sleep

He said the nicest things

with a porcelain smile

to pull it off,

but he was a talking antonym,

unlike the synonymism of sincerity

she's not who you think

she is...

he's not who you think

he is...

                                                   By Kakraba Afful