Tell Me a Lie
I leave a trail of rose petals for you to follow,
But you choose her cliff of thorns and fall.
If your love I am allowed to borrow,
Will you let me in and break the wall?
Your hands are intertwined;
My soul is breaking.
Your thoughts are in rhyme;
Mine is pretending.
If you could turn her darkness into light,
Why can't you bring me day and banish the night?
If you could turn her winter into spring,
Why turn my summer to constant yearning?
Whisper that you cherish me,
And look at me in the eyes.
Please hold me like you need me,
And tell me a lie.
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