One white Lie
Twisted lips
Seem to be painful
But not as painful
As the tales you spin
The lies you utter
You never hurt
But the Listener does
For the Listener sees
The truth seems to evaporate
The trust has been broken
All by one, little white lie
“It’s harmless” you claim
With your wide eyes
But your wide eyes seem narrowed and suspicious
To the Listener
Who see that the “harmless” lie
Happen more often
And all will cease
The Listener looks
“There is no harm, is there?”
Yet, the Listener knows
One white Lie turns into one hundred
There’s no harm after all
Is there?