I'm never good at telling you the truth, but do you believe anyways? No. You ask me if I am lying, I tell you "No."and you say "Don't lie, for I can see right though you." I simply stare. I am silent. You hold me close, and I lay my delicate head on your chest, you smile warmly, and I begin to weep, for though you know me far too well to ignore.
(I don't really understand this poem, it's almost like a little short story if you ask me??? I don't really know.)
