Poems

We all lie little white lies. We need alibis, and its human nature to disguise:our thoughts, our emotions, and our feelings until no one can tell our inner wheelings. No one can understand that think-tank, no matter what stature, no matter what rank.That people lie, I'd take to the bank.
With some people we form relationships, bonds of trust. To whom our secrets, divulge we must. It could be family, but often is friend:one whose secrets you'd keep till the end. I speak not of relationships that break, but og those that do end. These are the people whose death bed you'd tend.
Those with whom your life you would rely are those who shall tell you no lies. For truth is a virtue, more so between friends. Lieing is merely covering the lens. Drawing the blins say darkness prevails:truth in a box, and drive in the nails.
Just let it out, just let me see. Tell me, why did you lie to me? You confide in me, yet you hide from me that which I feel might be.
But your friend does not know, as seeds of mistrust begin to grow. Uou pile lies upon lies, some small and some large. Before you know it they could fill up a barge. Then can your friendship go far? If not, then where? And do you even care? For some cannot bare to take the lies, your friend begins to despise you. They realize, and they open their eyes. They are being lied to, and the person doing it is you.
Are you a friend, and are they little white lies? Or are they more, a part of you? Like something that sticks to the bottom of your shoe. Is it inherent, just your nature, part of the plan or the creator? Having doubts on you, if your a friend, if you'll be there come the end. Spilling your rhetoric, shadows and illusions,...adding to all my lifes confusions.
With our friends we should share no lies. Truth and trust are what build strong ties. Trust runs deep, like the starts in the sky:Beaming, glowing, standing tall, but when the trust is broken the stars will fall. And what if there were no stars out in space? We would not life in such a harmonious place. Without trust and its truth the world would be waste. If we'd survive, I'd be amazed. And while I don't know if it would happen this way, I do know one lie is all it takes.
The bonds you made begin to break, and reconciliation is to late. Is it all fate? That would be great, but no, it's much more. You should have known what was in store. The pain of truth you should have bore. Instead your head feels sore and the rest is heartache, over the friendship you just saw break. So you give your head a shake, and a vow you do make: To be a moral person, for society we ought not worsen through our own faults and misgivings. All while fully oblivious and far from pious. Almost superstitious, our lies are false and create illusions. Lieings not a noble institution. For how am I to see, if the truth is not given to me?