Truth is.....
Truth is I can't tell you, what the truth is. I can only tell you what its like.
Truth is like the sun is warm. Pleasant from a distance, but don't want to get to close.
Truth is like snow flakes, no two are alike like finger prints and DNA. The truth is like us.
We the people
like truths to be self evident,
self aware, self fulfilling prophecies
but they are elusive
only providing glimpse of disappointment and excellence.
Truth is like love.
Not completely because love loves to hate indifference.
Truth is like hate, as it motivates great potential in low expectations.
Situations when classmates stare at the truth too long and can't see how amazing you are.
You are like the truth, reluctant to reveal yourself and the colors that made you.
Truth is like a painting, self portrait, brush strokes carefully crafted to hide themselves.
Truth is like what you want to see. Beauty of intentions, when the road points to heaven.
Truth is like heaven.
Because I can only compare the truth to things I've experienced.
To my recollection I haven't been to heaven, but I have experienced a joy that left me wanting not.
A joy of complete satisfaction. It was hard to handle but not impossible,
kinda like the truth.
Truth is I can't tell you, what the truth is. I can only tell you what its like.
Truth is like the sun is warm. Pleasant from a distance, but don't want to get to close.
Truth is like snow flakes, no two are alike like finger prints and DNA. The truth is like us.
We the people
like truths to be self evident,
self aware, self fulfilling prophecies
but they are elusive
only providing glimpse of disappointment and excellence.
Truth is like love.
Not completely because love loves to hate indifference.
Truth is like hate, as it motivates great potential in low expectations.
Situations when classmates stare at the truth too long and can't see how amazing you are.
You are like the truth, reluctant to reveal yourself and the colors that made you.
Truth is like a painting, self portrait, brush strokes carefully crafted to hide themselves.
Truth is like what you want to see. Beauty of intentions, when the road points to heaven.
Truth is like heaven.
Because I can only compare the truth to things I've experienced.
To my recollection I haven't been to heaven, but I have experienced a joy that left me wanting not.
A joy of complete satisfaction. It was hard to handle but not impossible,
kinda like the truth.
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