To Lie In Love !

Silence isn't a lie, and isn't nothing, as true as true can be. I need more, in love ! I need to be lied to ! I need some of me back good !

He who comes to lie to me out in the open, brings me to funny in loving graces. How much love, have lies brought us ? If lies didn't exsist, "Where would "Funny-Human" run off to" ?

Where would the Judges laughter go alone? What would the play-backs be worth? Where would, "Worse off than ever go" ? What would become of movies ?

The News, needs it's lies gone good maybe more often than not.
They leave room, for the comedy shows. Loving lies, need room, to grow, and grow on you, beyond money on trees !

How can I become more interesting as a person, if I'm believed right off ? I don't want you to know right off, if I'm telling the truth. My interesting, come's to only run off on it's own, "I should say not" !

I love it, when you allow me to lie too, mother dear. I can come to you when you need to know the truth right quick, and with more ease of heart's grace in love.

Should you lie to me, and come across as to perfect, "You may not be the first one I'll go too". I'd rather go to the T.V. tube. The T.V. has then became, my mother, and maybe father. I believe my T.V., more than you !

Suicide hasn't such a ugly face ! You made it look good, by coming across as to much of a so called, "Role Of Model", for me to even take !

You want the whole world to be jealous, of how truthful you really are. Sure we have money, but I've came to know your lies with the truth playing games you've made up.

Make it up to me, is unheard off, without "The Dollar". Your truth has only taken you that far, but hasn't lead me, to the laughter in love.

Where are you, in so called love alone ? Were said, to be family. Your aim shots me down, before I can get started. Your truth leads me no-where, and your a somebody ? No-one knows it but me, "And I wish you were more than just a part of me", of gene alone wise.

Now I face new faces of loving lies, that are to be given medals. You pick at me as perfect, and blister me up, "Oh so wrong". You aren't a flick, "I'd have a hard time kicking" !

Truth is lie without real love inside. Lie is human, with grace in loving limits of discipline best. Swear has purpose, and keeps me from far worse, and the so called best of you.

The wound can't come to heal quick enough, with you and you alone. Looks come with words through imagination best, and heal my cuts with lies, like mud of dirt on the bee sting best, at times.

Interesting makes me best on both sides of the truth, best fit to come to protect, the slaves, or who have you, or what. Hate comes out clean, and I need dirt that's not thrown by you of love made wrong. My hate loves you, more than your so called truth loves me.

Snap out of it, just won't come to dirt, to do. To grow with dirt on both sides of life, and all imaginations loving worth ! The stream moves by so quickly, as life can seem to at times.

The dirt shifts, and moves from it's lyes. Spreads all sorts of new growth in love. The truth goes down deeper than man can come to know without being willing to drowned in it right in love's graces.

The jump you in, see's no face of suicide. The lie goes without saying, and then comes back more well. Is it still but a lie, to your truth ? Your truth ends, and mine never begins alone with me.

Who knows if I lied or not at times ? To one I may have told the truth of the greatest fit for medal of slaves. To the other it may be a lie. To the ape, it doesn't matter, one little bit !