little lies to get by
little things locked inside
done in order to protect
somethings don't reflect
lies of happiness
when there's really emptiness
lies of peace and hope
but the truth, you can't cope
lies make it easy
when everythings crazy
little white lies told in love
as white and pure as a dove
for society teachs us all
to lie about every fall
every tumble and fumble
covered by lies to be humble
with these little white lies
we pretend and hide
that we're all just so happy inside
I guess its true there's a
I guess its true there's a good reason for everything. Hey at least you know it and aren't lying to yourself!! Nice writing!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "