Even though,
I think we're through,
I cannot really compensate,
that there's no clean slate.
Jealous of the way,
she says she can stay,
I don't think I might ever make your day.
Never thought I might,
dare to fight.
Are we true?
Is it through?
Do we fight for what we might have created,
or is it all just staged and debated?
Do we stay just friends,
or does it all have to end?
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White Lies • a decade's diary
PoetryAbout the girl I used to be, am currently and will be in the future. • » Look in the mirror and you'll see me clearer « • white lie noun plural noun: white lies a harmless or trivial lie, especially one told to avoid hurting someone's feelings.
