Prompt: liar, liar
I live in a frigid house of ice.
The walls lie and say they're rigid,
Not melting at all,
But when I look at the wall,
It's drip, drip, dripping.
I take a look at stars hiding behind clouds.
They lie and say they're not aligned.
They say they're far away,
But they move with me when I sway,
And this ice has me slip, slip, slipping.
My thoughts have been hectic and I now see
That my skin lies and says it's not electric.
Words dance but my eyes swear they're not dyslexic.
And I've always been a skeptic,
But the ice breaks and
The waves below feel magnetic
When I'm trip, trip, tripping.