i lost my friend today
and i don’t know how to get him back;
i lost my innocence today
impaled on a shaft of brutal ‘truth’.
they say truth is relative,
and relative is never free;
in all relative truth,
it’s better to give than to receive.
‘honesty’ breeds freedom
in the heart of him that gives it;
its blade untangles chains of lies
unwinds webs of deceipt:
and yet to him that hears it,
the tangled strings do bind.
the chains fall off the teller
and bind the ears of him that takes.
i care not that i am hurting-
only that i hurt you!
please forgive me.
please be my friend again.
love, me.