I like the core idea here. This also seems like the sort of thing you'll have to put through some pretty severe revisions if you want to get to the next level with it.

### One Way to Get There

You use a stream of metaphors:

 * Your lies are sweet (this is being used in an abstract sense here - there's nothing to ground it)
 * You speak, it causes the lies to echo (where? in the mind, but this seems like a dropped opportunity)    
 * The echoes build a pasture, which causes daffodils to bloom    
 * They are sweet again, this time like honey which bees make (this simile is a bit of a cliché, but we'll get back to that)   
 * We switch to a painted night sky as a simile, with galaxies painted in    
 * The stars twinkle, so maybe we're looking at an actual night sky (but then, without a telescope, we wouldn't be seeing galaxies as galaxies)   
 * There is cold wind embracing the heart, which implies we're outside, again looking at a real sky     
 * You get addicted to the sweetness, 

Thanks mate! I wanted to create a light hearted tone with the poem but has the contrast of negativity with the lies of the other person. The perspective of lying that giving false truth stimulates ecstatic thoughts to the other side. 

> cause who wants to taste a bitter wine? 

I love how this poem ends.  I also love the light-hearted tone of the poem.

I like the poem's assault on the senses: imagery of the vibrant daffodils and stars that twinkle, sweet taste of honey and sweet wine, the feeling of cold from a cold wind.   

So... pretty good draft.  There's some singular/plural agreement that needs to be cleaned up, especially in regard to pronoun use, and stanza breaks would help as well.  Can honey come from other than bees?  What does the cold wind mix with?  Ending line is a great concept.  Keep working on this one - you're on to something good.

Your lies are the sweetest thing  
that I could ever imagine,  
every time you utter words it echoes deep  
and forms such great pasture of green  
and daffodils that bloom!  
Your lies are the sweetest  
it tastes like honey from the nest of bees that glooms.  
It’s like the night sky that was painted  
where you can see the galaxies from afar,  
with the stars that twinkle  
and the mixture of a cold wind that embraces my heart.  
Your lies are the sweetest,  
I’ve become addicted;  
even though I know it already  
that those are just lies,  
I still wanted it  
cause who wants to taste a bitter wine?  









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