You drone on and on about some punk-rock ballad,
and I pretend that I've heard the song.
You talk of guitar strings, notes and chords
- I nod along with your words.
"Yeah, that part's my favorite," I lie.
In that moment, a smile escapes from your lips,
tickling my every heart string
That smile, it makes my dishonesty worth the time spent constructing the lie.
I'm humming the song's rhythm,
the only part I know.
Your smile widens across your face,
and I pray that it will swallow me whole
- so that I might be close enough to you to read your every thought
To hear your inner reactions,
to see the memories you've kept on file,
and how many of which I'm the star.
I want to be so close, I can steal your secrets
- the ones regarding girls that you still long to kiss,
the real reasons you "forget" to call,
and those songs I love that you swore you liked too.
Though, I'm certain now that you've never heard those 90's anthems I cherish,
I hold on tight and smile at the notion of our perfectly matching, little white lies.
Author notes
Another one about my boyfriend. <3
so, what do you think?
Comments
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who couldn't love 90's music?
i miss you! i was actually talking to andrew the other day, and i told him that out of all of my friends, you're the one that i miss the most.
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well writen caseyyyyyy
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A white lie is nothing more the a lie no matter how you look at it. It can hurt when the truth is told and can be destrutive in it's own manner. The pain that you have written is an emotion that is felt that hurts that stings. It burns a hole right through you to catch the body on fire and destroy you slowly!!
Great Write!!!
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A brilliant concieved and penned piece here. It is remarkable that we can the seeds of eventual self destruction (regarding the relationship)in your well chosen words.... very, very fine...
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