The Truth is...

I lie

Most times to you

And at all times to me

And I know I see

And I know you see

How two lying eyes

Can never make us believe

That there isn’t some spark

That makes me come alive

Even when you have never been at my side

Unspeakable, this crime of the heart

Staying within me like a venom

Waking me up with a start

Madness, such sweet extreme

Ruining my sense of discretion;

You think I can ever weed you out?

Just look at me once, and make me doubt

In everything that I choose

To strike out my wayward muse

From my bones and my breath;

Longing for your just one kiss

I kiss you full and I catch my death

Truth is...

I have made peace

In loving you

And I have sought a redeeming grace

In searching for me in the lines on your face

And blotting you on the tip of my fingers;

I have called you, love

In distant memories I found your traces

Some benign dilemma;

Truth is...

You’re enough

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