Spoken Lies and Unspoken Truth

You leave so much to the end

Making it harder to go around each bend 

Why can't you change

Just think...Outta range

That last thing you told me

Oh so sweet.

You've got me

I'm beat.

But those things that I feel

They don't change.

Sure this doesn't seem real,

Couldn't it just have been a dream?

But if it was a dream. 

It would mean it was something I wanted.

But it's not. It was. It used to be.

This hurts alot.

Making me feel lost inside

Wishing I had more guts to dig down there. Inside.

But I know for a fact, 

That this wouldn't last.

It's just a thing from the past.

No, we cannot hide it.

No, we cannot deny it.

But we can prove it wrong.

Or at least I can.

I think I can...

You tell me I have beautiful eyes.

So why all these past lies?

The things left unsaid

We would rather do without.

All these things left unsaid

Now you decide to scream and shout

Is now really the right time to bring up the Unspoken?

Is it really a truth? 

The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable. --Jim Davis