Known it, Sometimes... Made it up.

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In the very way that they carry my reputation
In words from my eager mouth
These angels offer me their places in heaven.
Swoon and contest, any other claiming next,
To be with myself, to make this real,
To make love, to fall deeper into love,
But that's one side, the reality has another,
Seen with sympathy, these lies, are viewed as innocent bravado
Letting them go while rolling eyes and heads shaking,
He is lonely, a nobody, with no one to love or want him.
He makes these relationships up,
I guess he lies to fit in.
Always known it, Sometimes though, He makes things up...
No damage done, his reputation preceeds him.

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don't know where or why, don't know any reason for the subject matter of this 2 minute grey matter refuse... but I post it anyway,,,, Y not. =)

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Fictitious writes.

Don't lie to fit in though with reality,
but do splatter the words upon the canvas,
and take us deeper within your world.
Inside fictitious writes there lies imaginations unexplored.

I enjoyed this,
and please do forgive me if this does not tick your tock.
It's late here,
and I'm sleepy.

"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo