"You've got to be the world's worst liar,"
I tell him, and he replies,
"Only to you. It's because of your eyes."
But maybe behind the most honest eyes
Live the souls that hide the biggest lies,
Pretending to know everything,
Knowing nothing at all.
I delicately dance like a feather in wind,
Floating around in ignorant bliss,
Blowing across the fine line that separates
Fiction and reality,
Fact and theory,
The things I know to be totally true,
And the things I wish I could say that I knew.
Maybe it's all relative,
But I know for certain
I don't have to worry about the truth with him.
I trust him because he wouldn't lie,
At least not to me. It's because of my eyes.
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Sad Indie Girl
PoesíaSad Indie Girl is a collection of poems, playlists, short stories, and other little things I write for fun. Enjoy!
