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Love is the silence shared between us,
Everything else is a lie
Love is every moment of oblivion
Everything else is a lie
It is that which never made sense
For it needs not to be made sense of
Everything else is a lie
It is the raw rage of regret rolling down the cheeks of a restless romantic
It is the road less travelled; it has no maps, its frantic
Everything else is a lie
It is indecisive, without direction,
it has no tunes yet full of music, it plays our song but in silence
every other beat is a lie
it is everything we did not discuss
it is everything we did not agree or disagree on
it is everything we did not hesitate upon
it is everything we were not held on
its free, it chose us, captured us, then relinquished us
its wild, it surged us, stamped us, we held on, it held us, then tore us
it doesn’t listen to you nor me, it only recognizes honesty
and we weren’t honest to it, so it left us…
it called us to a lie
now go and argue with it all you like and try to name and blame it,
it won't be tamed, it compels sincerity, holds vanity to shame,
it doesn't fold to a lie
It leaves you regretful, sometimes repentant,
its not about pointing fingers, its not about prosecution - nor should you be a defendant..
but it does hold you truthful to account, and forces you to face your arrogance
it call a spade; a spade, call a lie; a lie
still yet, love loves you regardless,
because it has no shape, no form, no limitations, because love knows no amount,
it is the only truth, far from this tangible actuality
its magnitude is felt, but cannot be touched like every abstraction of reality
everything else is assembled, made up, fabricated, constructed................... everything else is a lie
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