a little lie once was told.
wrapped in a smile & clad in plain white
nothing too fancy to behold,
it was just a little lie.
the plain truth once was said
slithering silently through the dark veiled eyes
a venomous spite, fraught with dread,
it was just the plain truth.
the little lie if unraveled
becomes the venomous bitter truth,
and entombs the poisoned heart forever.
bringing a cheer instead of a mournful cry
keeping the dark veil of truth at bay,
is the innocuous little lie.
...so the moral of the story is?