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Truth in Tears

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TheseKrimzonFlames

Published: Jun 25, 2009

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There is always truth,
To be found in tears
Truth of love,
When you are held near
Truth of excitement,
Laughter and pain
Truth of passion and desire,
Truth of strain

No tears are faked,
Although it may just astound,
All of us to find,
Just what they are cried about
Some are tears of joy,
Some are tears of shame,
They are cried when we cannot leave,
Cried when we cannot remain

There is always truth,
To be found in tears,
And in that crystal moment,
That truth becomes clear
It can be truth of innocence,
Or truth of a hard fight
It could be truth of hello,
Or truth of good-bye

There is truth in tears,
Because tears, we can't hide
They could be caused by the fears,
We all keep inside
That truth can be simply,
That you are trying to deny,
That you know, that we know,
That you have lied

jlp June 25, 2009

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