Nobody is perfect
All of the time
Double meaning of whispered words
Craft a simple lie
Love stuck to the roof of my mouth
Gentle breezes of a fire fanned
If the grass were blue and the sky,
green
All would be as I had planned
But no one wants to expose their minds
For fear of inviting pain
Of having to feel uncomfortable
Of being washed in cold, dark rains
Nobody is perfect
All of the time
It’s easier to say what others want to
hear
Craft a simple lie
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