Sweet lies are equivalent to a broken heart.
Why not the truth?
What does it risk you?
Pain, despair, maybe hatred depending on the inverse lie?
It doesn't matter.
I would rather the heartwrenching truth, than the bomb lie.
It's going to go off later, so why bother to hide it?
At the end, nothing matters, except for what is left of you.
If you want lies left in your footsteps, go ahead, but I would rather the truth and the knowledge than the lies and forsaken tales.
This randomly came to mind and I feel like it somewhat sounds good like this, but I will make a poem from it if I have the time. I might even do it today, maybe not though.
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