The Pain of Truth
The pain of truth,
The pain of knowing the truth was always there staring at you blankly in the face,
Never wanting to accept the inevitable truth, but always thinking, thinking,
Thinking in the back of your mind, what you had hoped deemed untrue,
Thinking that she stood for something that every other girl did not,
When alas, she was the same,
The same, as sinister and uncaring of the other heart in her possession from her own,
The same girl who had stolen his heart, had stolen his only other true possession,
The only other true possession he had coveted, was faith,
The faith that she loved him for who he was and not some paper or toy he flaunted,
While being encumbered in this loss, he was also free,
Free from the burden he was for so long attached to,
For the poison that he had once feared, had now set him free.
The pain of truth,
The pain of knowing the truth was always there staring at you blankly in the face,
Never wanting to accept the inevitable truth, but always thinking, thinking,
Thinking in the back of your mind, what you had hoped deemed untrue,
Thinking that she stood for something that every other girl did not,
When alas, she was the same,
The same, as sinister and uncaring of the other heart in her possession from her own,
The same girl who had stolen his heart, had stolen his only other true possession,
The only other true possession he had coveted, was faith,
The faith that she loved him for who he was and not some paper or toy he flaunted,
While being encumbered in this loss, he was also free,
Free from the burden he was for so long attached to,
For the poison that he had once feared, had now set him free.