Play me a memory

Myth

What is myth to her ears
The same I consider facts
Like how her light is blinding
Her words, powerful and sealing
How she is flawed and perfect as such
She thinks it is flattery
Legend
I am one to tell her
I am not God, but I won’t utter vain words
I don’t say what I do not see
How she is flawed and perfect as such
I believe in what I sell
Hers is my story to tell
My tongue speaks above her fears.

Hybrid