A little lies

You were sleep when I tried to guess what if we were at the same place.

You were sleep when I tried to guess what if we were on a deep talk at somewhere.

You were sleep when I tried to guess what if we were stared at the gloomy night.

I do believe that on your tight sleep there was a present.

An honor to be there,

To be honest,

To be true.

But where is the home?

A little lies that will always be good enough, you said.