The Colour of a Lie

White lies turn black
if not blood red
crimson swirls in the water

honesty was a lesson
I crossed the world to learn
and still did not head

so I got burned again
and I hurt someone again

the line between
romantic
and
pragmatic
is not so thin
but still invisible

I have a feel for it now
but it still feels like
choosing sides

help me choose
or build a bridge