The Missing Truth Poem by asma writer

Words became so hard to say.
Truth is hiding behind the lines,
with dust on top,
that's what time brought.
Like some pieces of a puzzle,
which will never be fixed.
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Honesty drifted away,
now there's only one ray,
the ray of white lies.
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I miss the times of kindness,
Of pureness,
And not a dead conscience.
Times of similar dreams,
similar minds,
but in two different bodies.
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The flame of the true friendship,
isn't burning anymore.
The room is empty,
four walls and a closed door.
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I have to go straight away,
and just say it,
"I miss the true friendship".