The Lies We Tell One Another In Love Are Often More Real Than What Is True Poem by Tony Kavuoti

The Lies we tell one another in love

In a state of passion

Are sometimes

Are often

More real than what is true

For the reveal to us

And are

What we really are



What we really desire

What we really need

instead of our

Artful façade born out of defense.




She was always easy, easy to fall for and dream upon

Something about her was so gentle, something so far out of reach

Something, a certain something about her that glided me into love again

Something about her, that made be not hide away,
with her it was so easy


The natural way she played

The many things she said,


Sometimes I still think about her


How she drifted away

The illusions are more real,

Than the fixed patterns of our days

Sometimes we get a glimpse of what will come.

Of what should have always been

We run away from what is our true nature

Hide in our safety of others expectations again

To find my self, I no longer craw,

After her now I run.