when u lie like history Tell me the story the roots of which I had nurtured my self attracting my unheard dozzy ur deep eyes ur lips speak the chores rehearsed to be spared ur face makes faces emotions be geared those eyes in shadow call me and whisper she’s lying but I tell u she loves ..thats all and I never think twice then of course not a wise man what loved me is still mine ..i stand or I fall…!!
..opps thats what i wanted to express that its not actually a deceit something between ....honesty......deceit "...all truth merely relative at best-likes to be thought a liar, since under that cloak he can tell diluted truth unblushing.."
