"Kill me with honesty but don't with lies, Don’t make me happy with a love that dies."
Words you spoke, yet you used them all,
Killed me softly, made me fall,
Died in truth, but also in disguise,
Left me stranded, lost in lies.
You killed me with words that set me free,
But I died when love was not to be.
Truth became a bitter end,
While lies pretended to defend.
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Author:
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Comments1
Prevarication such a nice word for such an ugly act. Lies come in all forms white or black and some just imagined. Nice write
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