There was a time,
When I thought
To hide behind rhyme.
I exaggerated,
Fantasised,
Then realised
I could tell the truth.
I thought I was loveless
So I wrote a love song.
I had lots of friends
But pretended to be alone.
Then you met me;
I discovered you.
I let you dig
And look at what you found.
I’m now accountable,
No longer hiding in verse.
I wrote in harmless fun,
But pretended
To write in truth.
Poetry never reflected,
It was just a suit,
Put on to look good,
Put on to disguise.
Since your interest,
I’ve found what I
Thought I didn’t have,
And it’s myself
Presented in truth.
When you met me;
I discovered you.
I let you dig
And look at what you found.
I’m now accountable,
No longer hiding in verse.
I’ve made up emotions,
Presented false lives;
I’d faked love,
And pretended to cry.
I had all them in truth,
But found them in lies,
But that changed when,
Looking into your eyes,
You looked through mine.
The Garth Brooks Dilemma.
11 years ago
