Each night I endure these,
gut wrenching dreams,
my mind it just screams.

I know that there is another,
with whom, your charms you share,
you know, but you dont really care.

Each time you tell me those,
those tongue twisting lies,
a part of me, it just, dies.

But I think that it's better,
to stay with the dog that I know.
Than to break free, and go out into the world,
where it is cold, cold, like snow.

Tango.

Tango Tango

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tongue-twisting-lies/