Such a sweet promise, easy to believe.
For I whisper: Trust me.
O hear this, dear one.
You just stumble into a nasty pit.
A knife pierce from behind,
yet it feels like a tickle.
An obvious filch,
yet you often oblivious.
Such a humorous disgrace.
You laugh, I laugh.
You cry, I laugh.
Regret strikes like thunderclap,
as it seals your fall.
Now you shall not believe.
For I am a deceive.