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just a liar

I looked deep inside your eyes
And got nothing but a bunch of lies
My heart and brain was on fire

You brought a gift that was fake dice
And left me alone like a cheap mice
The blood in my heart was drier and drier

I never wanted you to rush
Because after all, you are my only crush
What you left for me was just a desire

When I ran behind you, the beauty in brown
And you were wearing a golden crown
I realised that you are being hire

Now, you are nothing for me but just a liar
And you made me, one of the best crier


I again tried an another gammo sonnet..
Will suggest you to write one too 
Here's the link-
https://medium.com/born-in-africa-gammo-style-of-english-poetry/born-in-africa-gammo-style-of-english-poetry-writing-5d729201155c 
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