Stretch the Truth

a poem about pleading for love

I'll defend your honor

until my last and dying breath

though I stand here trembling today

love won't always leave me bereft.

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Until we boil over and spill out

leaving third degree burns on our skin

I'll fight to keep you in my life

because the latter I cannot imagine.

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Should I try to stretch the truth

in hopeless belief of you staying?

Find myself a god, get down on my knees

to begin devout, fervent, praying?

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If you must leave me

please let me off with an Irish goodbye

all truth has left the premises

and I could not handle to send you off with a lie.

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