There's something I believe,
and it can be seen as much too true.
You don't smile for me,
and I smile way too much for you.
Your hugs mean nothing more than a touch,
but even then I grow warm.
I cry for you way too much,
even when you cause me no harm.
You grow soft only when I laugh,
and grow cold when I cry.
And even if you've chosen a path,
you might come back if I just try.
You could lie and say you do love,
just like you glare at my attention.
Even a raven can turn into a dove,
and even you can reverse any deception.
I could say I hate you,
you could say you love me.
There is no lie so true,
even when the lie cannot be.
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