Personal lies

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I planted the seed of my sin beneath the soil of my lies
And watched it grow before my very eyes
Saying no this can be justified
But doing what you know is wrong isn't right
The truth is I was blind
Because I didn't want to know what I may find
Maybe the beauty of the reality I had made
Was the very thing that drove me insane
As I keep falling again and again
Into what I deem my secret sin
I'm not fooling anyone but myself
And that isn't my only belief

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