I have found that the most beautiful lie
Is that of the heart.
Where one profeses there love to another,
And in return,
Gain only a tale about how they too are loved.
Sure you could say that there is comfort in the words of a lie,
Solace in the conformation that you come as a pair,
But when all is said and done.
Those those words are nothing more than treacherous falsehoods,
Fables woven for individuals reliant on the utterance of...
'I love you too.'
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 7:35 PM UTC
I have found that the most beautiful lie
Is that of the heart.
Where one profeses there love to another,
And in return,
Gain only a tale about how they too are loved.
Sure you could say that there is comfort in the words of a lie,
Solace in the conformation that you come as a pair,
But when all is said and done.
Those those words are nothing more than treacherous falsehoods,
Fables woven for individuals reliant on the utterance of...
'I love you too.'
Request permission to use this poem