Truth is the unborn baby in this world of violent lies;
It began a good relationship before lust became its disguise.
That b**ch that is reality, rests on young but worried hearts,
From whom unwanted distance stole the passion that lived at the start.
Lust rears it's ugly head as emotions dangle from a continuous broken string,
Even strings cant hold back the happiness that is effortlessly dwindling.
Fear of separation lie in eyes filled of vicious sorrow,
As she fights for the boy that may be gone tomorrow.
Truth is the antidote in this world of hatred and sin,
As she is forced to see the lack of unfaithfulness that lingers deep within.
Truth is now her enemy; yet, her only key to her first true love,
Whom at 15 is still the only boy she thinks fondly of.
