“Half of the people lie with their lips; the other half with their tears”
― Nassim Nicholas Taleb
We exchanged the loveliest of words,
in the cutest verse,
while singing out,
sweet nothings for each other.
no arguments exchanged,
nor tears left to fall,
it was a perfect phase.
we lived in the illusion of happiness,
when lies made its presence,
a barrier that never let us inside,
into a deeper understanding,
of each other.
we left each other in silence,
we never fought,
since we never sought,
to know discover the truth,
while lies were the poisoned fruit.
in separation,
depth revealed into the deepest hearts,
scouring for love,
wondering what went wrong.
lies,
they were our mourning song.
