The Black Truth
The black truth
You see it in its far-rest end
You feel it by the grip of it's coldness.
Most hide it in the deepest ends of their hearts.
Yes we hide our truth in our hearts; we hide our fears; we hide our pain.
The size it posses means no difference
My heart is weakened by what lays before my eyes.
I feel th3 truth from far away; I feel your lies scare me in the midnight.
I feel crippled by the lies that come from thy lips.
Your lies makes no difference; as dark as the truth may be
Is closure for my soul.
Set me free from what you seek to hide.
Let me see the hard truth of love.
You seek my heart; yet another posses yours.
That is the truth I die to accept and the lies I cry to forget..
Pumper me not with deceit
I seek a future for my broken heart
The bitter truth of love
You love me not
That is the black truth before my eyes.
Copyright © Wisani Makhubele | Year Posted 2016
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