Living a Lie

Some Like it Hot, he said,

Replying to my words

And dancing through out my head,

I listened, spoke, and know he heard

The attraction leaking into my voice

I held on, and muffled it

But I always loved boys

Who wore glasses

And owned yachts.

I guess that was when I fell

Into love.

And the money could

No longer matter.

He was closed, and I would open him

If it was the last thing I ever did.

And how!

Unlocked he cried out in surprise.

I would not have known that he lied.

But sometimes the truth doesn't really matter.

Sometimes you can live with a lie.