You caught me in a lie.
A half-truth, really.
An error of omission.
I blushed deeply.
Humbled and embarrassed,
I made my confession.
What you didn’t realize
Was that in doing so,
I told another lie.
A half-truth, really.
Why?
To stay in practice perhaps.
Because it’s a game.
To liven things up.
Habit.
What can I say?
Once a liar,
Always a liar.
You don’t know me.
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nice
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Thanks! I haven’t written creatively in a while and I’m not lying (or maybe I am): it feels good.
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Woah! Awesome. After all, it takes a liar to know one! 😉
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Thanks! Although, I’m not sure if you’re lying when you say my poem is awesome! 😉
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Hehehe.. I wasn’t. XD
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a lie, a lie! once for good! its a white lie! 🙂 poetic! carpe diem!
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