truth

Walk me back
And time will tell
Whether you had wished me well.
Show the truth and I shall heal.
Should there be one to reveal.
But if there is not one to tell,
Lie,
So I can feel the swell,
Of pride within my weak young heart;
Truth will now tear us apart.
Like two lovers on the mend,
When one recalls a day or two
When spring was for both fresh and new.
And they frolicked all alone,
Happiest were they to roam.
But tonight just let me sleep,
While you stay in a grove too deep.
Drowned out by ferns you start to cry.
Yet my slumber tastes your eye,
Salty from the wound I gave;
When with my pride a home I made.
And you found it kind of me,
To cut out a part of thee.