Mouth Poem by Maverick Laney

The fear of loneliness lingers,
I can still feel your touch surging through my numb fingers.
Sadly the lonely is here, But the lonely was love.
So i guess you could say the loneliness was always right above.
I could call you a liar, I could spit in your face, But you're the lie itself, You would still win this race.
A lie that always goes south,
How could I tell you,
If you, the lie, is stuck in my mouth?