Truth.

truth is my church.

 

the secret oath, of my word means something, to me.

a degree of clarity is a false world.

 

no stolen kiss. 

 

every one earned.

a sly smile or a cheeky wink.

 

The hardest for me, 

is saying I love you.

 

all your false prophets.

They say its a promise not a statement.

anougher lie.

 

is love good?

 

terrifying to know the answer,

and to scared to accept it.

 

I'd kill over love.

 

I'd kill over money, if it were my job.

 

But I would relent over friendship and duty.

 

Heres the trick. Some of these statments are a lie.

They were wrote to make you think.

 

 

Maybe you could write your truth?

 

No storys of boring fake passions or hatred.

 

to quote Wendy, spare me the plays.

 

Tell me your best day.

tell me your worst.

 

When you go to lie........ thats why we don't go,

to the same church.

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