Cunningness at best
To gain some trust
No chance without trust
To hook another's heart
Deception plays a part
Sweat tales moulded
Into convincing truths
Victims to be created
There is no smooth path
Without feigned caring
No love without faking trust
Cunningly walking in thorny paths
Tomorrow does not really matter
Today is what we have got
If truths comes out it matters less
All I wanted to do is done no regrets
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Author:
Robert Isaacs Chiwala (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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