I am a lot of things
And chief amongst none is a liar.
Except when I am.
Its not on purpose.
Its only when I need to coat my tongue with a little sugar
to make it sweeter; smoother.
So its all not so bitter.
Only when I believe it
When its close enough to the truth
To be considered genuine
If I believe it hard enough.
Lying is a sin.
Except when its not.
When you need a small half truth
So you’re easier to love,
Or prettier,
Or little more righteous,
Or better.
Just when it makes things softer.
When it sands down too sharp memories
And keeps things from hurting so much;
Too much.
It is only then I lie.
Except-.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 5:43 PM UTC
I am a lot of things
And chief amongst none is a liar.
Except when I am.
Its not on purpose.
Its only when I need to coat my tongue with a little sugar
to make it sweeter; smoother.
So its all not so bitter.
Only when I believe it
When its close enough to the truth
To be considered genuine
If I believe it hard enough.
Lying is a sin.
Except when its not.
When you need a small half truth
So you’re easier to love,
Or prettier,
Or little more righteous,
Or better.
Just when it makes things softer.
When it sands down too sharp memories
And keeps things from hurting so much;
Too much.
It is only then I lie.
Except-.
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