The Lie

January 7, 2009
The Lie

Knowing what she would say
Like a seer, I could prophesy
Not wanting to look at her eyes
Frightened of her disapproval

Trembling when I touched her
Not telling her the truth
Not knowing what to do
Feeling like a lost sun

Wanting to run away
But, having to confront reality
Feeling like a weak person
Wanting to go back to the past and

Hold on to the truth

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