Little White Lie

 

A little white lie,

Has a life of its own,

A house in the country,

Where secrets are grown,

And red brick intentions,

Surround a closed door,

Where mist at the window,

Is the deceit we ignore,

There’s a path that meanders,

To some other place,

A fence that is painted,

With fears we can’t face,

And a stream in the garden,

That ripples mistrust,

Where a bridge of assumption,

Has let the truth rust,

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But the little white lie,

Is facing exposure,

For honesty is coming,

And it’s bringing foreclosure.

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