Deceit (Truthful Love)

…And I loved her so, that she would make my heart pound
… She would dance to it’s loudly beat 
Though it’s pattern irregular from previous burns, still somehow it worked ; The love left in it, knew not the answers of how to concede defeat

In the end, the only thing standing between her and my heart was me…
Fighting tirelessly for fear she would see the profound effect she had on my soul
I swore to never again to give another this control
Hiding my truthful love from her
This, I learnt, is the worst kind of deceit



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