Truth is Nothing but an Undiscovered Lie

Every day
I curse the way
I let you get away

I thought our love was perfect
But I was wrong
As I always am

Truth is nothing
But an undiscovered lie
A bitter sweet frail reality

I loved you for your honesty
As I loved everything about thee
But why, this once, couldn't you just lie to me?

I'd rather live my days with you,
Till I'm dying, old and grey, decieved
Than to have ever known of him.

Hollow chance it was,
that she discovered me
But I never loved thee less.

Nor have I ever
Loved thee less
Than when we were in our prime.



Now, some people may take bitter offence to this. To those who do, I apologize. I can't help what I feel. My emotions are their own masters.