A Beautiful Lie

Trying to sleep while listening to the sound of lightening outside..
Lightening, and not a drop of rain falling from the night sky..
Somehow it soothes the emptiness inside..
Not everything is beautiful, and not everything is a lie..
And at times, lie to me like I want you to,
Because I'd rather believe that beautiful lie,
Just for a while, so I can sleep with a smile..

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