Pretty Little Lies
The truth is harsh
Cold like the first winter's snow
Sinister like the monster in your closet
Troubling like the fears that surround us all
You are gentle
Warm like my chest feels when giggling with you
Sweet like fruit on your tongue
Kind like the words we share
So sometimes when the truth is mean
And the world evil
I would rather live in pretty little lies
As long as you're there with me
I love you
