Yes I have delivered deceit
Yet can we move on?
For some it's a difficult feat.
Why do we lie?
Why do we exaggerate the truth
People can't move on
So in my world,
They can enter into a telephone booth.
My eyes are teary
As someone cannot accept the mistakes I made in the past
Yet with Christ on my side
I am positive the anger is not to last.
A lie is red or black
And sometimes people despise the deceit received
Can you blame them?
Yes or no.
Yet we have hurt in a way
Where others cannot forgive
Yet killing has not occurred
As pain has burnt a trust to distain
As a page has closed from a loved one who has shut the door.
Now question this?
Do I need that person more.
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