People cheat,
people lie

To get ahead
or
just to get by.

They do it out of deemed necessity
or
have made it a successful habit.

Some would feel bad,
but
some wouldn't lose sleep over it.

Some lie to protect...
Some lie to infect...

With little remorse
or
full blown guilt.

Either way
risking
all they've built.

A lie is an accessory
that most tend to abuse.
A convenient mask
for the ugly truth
that most would misuse.

Lies are...
The bane of relationships
Destroyer of trust...
Conveyed by irresponsible lips.

So have I ever lied?
Have I ever desecrated
honesty's pride?
Have I ever wielded it
to save others from harm?
Have I ever employed it
to boost my charm?

No I haven't,
now that's a lie...
Spouted that so easily,
I didn't even need to try...

Honestly,
YES I HAVE.
I am no exception...

I am no saint,
I'm only human...
with an ill sense of direction.



I have lied...
How about you?

Search deep inside...
*You know you have too...

I watch you when you go to gaze at stars
Twinkling, sparkling, all so very far
Away from me, away from you, from us
Away from all their shallow prejudice.

They call you names, they speak of vanity
"You don't mind" and in moonlight I see
Your true friends support you from above
They share with you the traces of their love.

You say they speak, they tell you tales of life
Each one, alone, has learned in times of strife
That in the darkness, brightest light is found.
And despite the distance, light rebounds.

And as you beam a smile back, I see
Another star amidst the astral sea.

Death sits quietly on my old front lawn,
Waiting and watching, for me to be gone.
He knows some day that I will leave my home
Whence he can claim it for his very own.

My house will be his, and freedom be mine,
released from all  material confines.
I'll step outside, and for the first time, breathe.
He'll step right in, and in anger he'll seethe.

The tables are empty, the rooms all bare.
I'll have left him nothing, everywhere.
I tore down all the remnants of my life
For it is time to rebuild o'er my strife.

My house in ruin, debt to Death repaid
Cobble by cobble, my new Life is laid.

°°°
You asked me once,
“Will you write about me
if I break your heart one day?”

*I thought you were joking.