Liar

It’s not always our hearts,
That make us liars.
Sometimes it’s the world
We choose to believe in,
And what we do about it.

Trust is a difficult thing;
Sometimes it’s all too easy,
Most times, so painfully hard.
It lives and it grows,
But it also dies.

Am I a liar?
I suppose I am,
When my heart fails
To express itself with honest actions,
In every single day.

When a man hopes and dreams,
More than he lives…
More than he shares…
A man makes himself
A liar.

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