Smiles With Daggers

They smile with sugar, their voices are sweet,
A mask of gentleness on everyone they meet,
But turn your back, the daggers are drawn,
Their gratitude fades like dew at dawn!

They feast on favours, they take what you give,
Yet curse your name while they quietly live,
They will cheer in your light, until you get a sudden call,
Pretending they have appreciated you, not knowing at all!

So, treasure the honest, the rare and the true,
For snakes wear jewels and silken shoes too,
Not every soft word is meant from the heart,
Some weave a web, where betrayal will start!