Why is it that you're asking of to lie?
To actually let such untruthful words,
Withdraw from my very lips,
Slither off my tongue?
No I will dare not say it,
Especially when you and I both know,
That the way in which you make me feel,
Is far beyond the literary sense of meaning,
Of description.
But if,
If ever it slips me,
And I succumb to temptation,
And let such words as I love you enter your ears,
Just know I would be lying.
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Shadows Of My Heart (poetry from the soul; for the soul)
PoetryPoetry is life, written the way one sees it and lives it. Every experience is a word that begins a poem that speaks the length of a novel. 'Shadows Of MY Heart' takes the noticeable, everyday occurrences to explain the deeper ones that go unnoticed...
