White lie

There's always one
a sweet little lie that
you tell yourself so your
heart won't die.

Wretched hope
lingering
on
clutches the mind
with it's hurtfull
claw.

It comes
along with
despair
for where there's
hope
there's always
fear.

That's why it is
so bad
hoping
and
despairing
as one never had.

That's
what
creates the lie
surrendering
to hope
while letting out a cry.

Hope against
hope we always
keep hoping
and that is why
we tell that
little

white

lie.

Mesh

Já falei de amor,
De sonhos, de alegria...
E agora?
Falo da tristeza,
Da solidão, da agonia...
I’m no lover’s pair,
I’m alone,
without a care.
Sou alma deixada ao acaso,
Perdida em sonhos
E em devaneios!
I’m the fool of love,
Joker on the hands of fate…
I am the face of despair,
Sold as a slave
On this freak show fair.