We all tell lies
We all drink bitter truths made by our own hands
And Expect the truth of it to age well under our skin
We all expect our flaws to diminish and fade
And expect the cracks and chips to melt forgotten into our eyes
We all tell lies
we all tell beautiful lies
Filed under: 2017, Poeticly Speaking Tagged: beautiful lies, bitter, flaws, Lies, truth
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