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White Lies

When everything goes wrong,
And the nights seem dreary and long,
I remember your words from when we were ten years,
The promises you made as you gently brushed my tears.
You said, "We will always be together,
And our friendship will last forever."
Now all that's left is broken ties.
Your promises were just white lies.

It was dusk when we went our separate ways,
Yet our hearts believed we'd remain for the next many days -
A belief that never say the light of truth,
A belief that was born from the naivety of youth.
For ever since we have just grown apart,
Though love for you still resides in my heart.

And even now when I feel down or sad,
I simply recall the fun we had,
The places we would visit and the foods we would eat,
Now tarnished memories that have turned bittersweet.
It's like a shadow over the joy and laugh,
It's the shadow of your words that weren't enough - 
Words that can no longer heal the broken ties - 
And the promises that turned out to be white lies.

I understand that we were young,
And words easily made it from thoughts to tongue,
Yet I can't help but feel you could have tried,
For this friendship need not have died.

And now, when there are no more excuses to be made,
I must say over those undealt cards never to be played,
"Forever isn't a lie; I've seen it come true,
Lies were the promises made by you."
And yet, after all these years, my favourite white lie
Is when you promised to never say goodbye.

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