A sampler of sortsThe lie I could live with, but never the truth. The lines I believed that you would never change The falsehoods I spun that everything was the same The half truth is a half step behind this half-hearted half-life of mine Days spent dreaming of you in my arms Days awakened to the fact that you are gone and so am I, or so is he The one that loved, and the one he loved both lost to time figments in my mind fragmented facts, the facets of our heart a stranger told us from the start “distance makes the heart grow cold” the statement was bold So here I stand in theA sampler of sorts
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