All my friends holds a secret
They know something I don't
Their faces says a tale

The eyes of them all
Speaks: "this is going to hurt"

They gently caressed my hands
"Darling..."

She was giving him the looks
Dressing up all for him
Giving him the friendliest smile
While she shook my hand

If only truths could masquerade as lies
Maybe you could patch the tapestry

Does this mean on the white day, your words were empty?
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