Half Truth
Half Truth I told you I never lie, but what if I didn’t mean to? What if I didn’t really intend for my feelings to change? Then it is really a lie? A piece of half my heart, or perhaps half the truth as wretched as a lie Heartbeats sway back and forth like a dance in our minds 1,2,3, 1,2,3 our feet flail in anticipation of our anxious lives As I rest my head upon his shoulder, he asks me where I learned to dance And in reply I simply smile with my eyes to let him know that he’s the one who did. Because for as long as I can remember, I’ve been dancing since I could walk, but no one’s ever danced with me quite like he did. They ask me if I love him and shying off their question with a sincere avoidance of the eyes, I realize I’d be telling half the truth if I said I didn’t love him, but the whole truth if I said I did. But it’s too late. The ship sailed. The dancing of our hearts has been broken like two lovers who no longer know how to keep rhyt