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[nipplehats]

So is it a lie?
If you believe it is true?
I can’t help but betray me,
While I am betraying you.
And my lips may have spoken,
They may have fluffed up the truth.
Can I blame it on heartache?
Or can I blame it on youth?
You knew I had good intensions,
And they were true to my name.
But I sit here now baffled,
Covered in blame.
In school they taught right,
And taught to avoid the wrong.
They taught us in rhyme,
They taught us in song.
But they never taught love,
And how to define its face.
They taught how to color and sketch,
And scribble and trace.
I guess I colored this relation,
Way out of the line.
I scribbled it to the point,
It was so hard to define.
But maybe I taught you something,
That school never taught.
How to respect yourself,
And how respect is sought.
For you deserve a man,
That will climb dunes for your love.
In the driest of deserts,
With the sun’s heat from above.
Who will drown in your tears,
And bathe in your scent.
With every confidence in,
The words that he meant.