The Truth
Posted on 22 April 2010
Every letter
I’ve written’s
a lie, love.
Every love letter,
ranting letter,
letter of apology,
letter to explain my actions or inactions,
they’re all
lies.
Every “I
love you—“
whispered,
written,
licked—
every one’s
a lie.
Even this,
my love’s
a lie.
3 responses to The Truth
Heavy. Still thinking about it. But I’m sure your poems are written to make people think. Good job, my friend. ~E
Sorry, I don’t like it. But, then, I’m probably lying.
Romantic love is the mother of all temporary truths.