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A sonnet about the pain of love. |
| TRUTH SPELLS If lies are truth then the truth is untold For the truth is something that I long for No love for a liar's heart that is cold I'm wishing the liar would tell me more. They always say they have nothing to hide The secret determines future and fate These secrets are deep down on the inside Out on the surface I can feel my hate. He looks at me and looks into my eyes This man has altered himself completely This man is a man who is in disguise Tragic words always come out so sweetly. I wish that I had not left love to fate Now I regret love and now it's too late. |