I am undoubtedly a liar,
But strangely, after meeting you,
I can’t help but feel that
A lie to you
Can be considered nothing
But high treason.

Just now, you made me promise
To never do anything
To hurt myself again.
You were angry with me
When I chose not to respond.

Tomorrow, I’m almost certain
You will ask me again.
I’ve decided that I will lie to you
For the first time since our meeting.
I’m sorry.
In two days,
You will surely hate me.
I’m sorry.

Can I Be That?

Can I be the one who knows your mind,
The quiet corners where your thoughts unwind?
Who listens close, with no need to speak,
And holds you steady when you feel weak?

Can I be the one who never forgets,
The small, sacred moments where our souls connect?
Who remembers your favorite flowers in bloom,
And brings them to brighten the darkest room?

Can I be the one who keeps every vow,
Who lifts you up when life wears you down?
To sit and pray, to walk in grace,
To hold your hand in a tender embrace.

Can I be that? The one who sees,
All the beauty and strength within your dreams.
I'll be the promise that never will fade,
The heart that stays, unafraid.