Lines

There’s a fine line,

Between love and hate,

The space in between is lies.

Lies that spill forth,

Without any guilt,

And always in disguise.

Disguised as the truth,

It’s so hard to tell,

Even within your eyes.

Eyes that deceive,

Just as your lips,

And the truths that they revise.

Revise the line,

And the line gets crossed,

And all that’s left are lies.

TLA 5/7/14