Lies

It's funny our ties to the sky
Immeasurable and existent
Some how manifested above us
In a beautiful blue, such a beautiful view
But with age comes wisdom
With wisdom comes knowledge to know the ledge from which we speak our deceit
I'm saying the sky is not blue it simply reflects of the water surface like false words spewing out of lips painted any color; leaves one to wonder if your words are true affections or just reflections of ill will or insecurities
If your "I love  you's" are just bull exctement or a true testament to your intimate investment in me, or you, or you, or her
Or them yes men
Not really there for you, just nodding in affirmation
Regardless of truth
Just another application of a common fabrication.