Feelings;
That is a lie.
To cover it up and not let it show;
The sole duty of my eyes.
Politeness;
That is the state of pretending it’s okay.
When it’s not;
But you close an eye.
Hatred;
Red hot, fury flames.
Engulfs me as a whole;
But sometimes it fades away.
Love;
The touch of your fingers.
I’m not allowed to say it;
Am I?
Liar. Liar.
Truth only exists as how we want to hear it.
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