IDC

In loving memory of truth untold,

Whisper sweet deceit, let love unfold.

Tell me pretty lies, words so fair,

For in your fiction, I find solace there.

Say you love me, though it's not true,

I'll hold onto the lie, as if it were glue.

I crave the comfort of a false embrace,

In the shadows of deception, I find my grace.

I care not for the harshness of reality's sting,

In your falsehoods, my heart takes wing.

So tell me pretty lies, let them be my truth,

For in this world of make-believe, I find my youth.