The Color of Lies

Flesh ripping apart

As a boat cuts through the water

In a lake

Nobody can get to.

You could have died

If only the stories you told

Were real.

I lived in fantasy

With you

For years.

Sometimes I sit

I read our old conversations

And I know

The color of lies.

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