Her

What do I see before me eyes
A woman stands looking bleakly
Another tangled web of lies
She smiles ever so sweetly

One may never know the truth
Every word spoken so deceivingly
Her home was said to be Duluth
Not sure where it is really

Not sure I even want to know
I've heard it to be very cleanly
Like a place full of snow

Wondering if I will ever see her again
I would gently touch her soft skin
Would have gotten her number
But I had no pen