The littlest of lies
Conceal the largest truths.

Because the more extravagant your lie is
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The less likely people are to believe it.

It started snowing.
She walked outside in awe,
Dressed in her favorite pink jacket and tights.
Trying to catch snow pellets, she giggled from the cold feeling.
First times are always special.
I still can’t say which is more beautiful,
The snow or the girl
Must be her

as the little bird tries to fly,
it explored the very sky,
with her wings waving so high,
with the joy she cry

as the little bird tries to sing,
she sang so loud hoping one could hear a thing,
she waved again her little wing,
little did they know she was yelling

as the little bird tries to speak,
no one wants to hear for she's so meek
everyone thought it was just a trick
but they can't see the tears on her cheek

as the little bird tries to escape
she tries to fit in any shape
with her wings she casually drape,
her little body she gently scrape

as the little bird tries to cry
she began to look at the sky
is she here to live or to die
no one really knows why

A little thing matters
not in the thing itself
but if it matters to one
who cares for the little