False Truths Poem by Austin Morris
False Truths
Love is a Perplexing thing
Coming and going like the season of spring
One second its there, the next it’s gone
Almost as if it melts into Dawn
Like the Rays of the Sun, one minute it’s bright
But the next your blind, lost in the light
Waiting to be found, as if you ever were
Then you realize, it was all just a blur
False Truths in the concoction called love
Was it love, or just the lack thereof?
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5/5/2024 1:33:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
they are not not false truth but truth eternal and that is how poetry works...good one