Little white lies
Lies of omission
How hard I work to justify
My suppression of the facts
Dilution of the truth
I am half convinced
That my lack of candor
Is sparing you
Feelings of hurt - betrayal
How,
I do wonder,
Could truth told with a loving heart
A gentle, caring tongue
Ever bring harm?
… Yet, I know it can
So many “truths”
That would mercilessly chop - drop
Felling ... like a tree
The life and heart
Of someone dear
Better to carry
This crushing guilt
Reality's burden
Unspoken
Than to break your heart
By uttering a word
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