Oddly!

"A pleasant dream comes when you think less
A flattering smile comes with forgiveness
And all your gentle thoughts wash away,
As soon as you come to think of the day.",

I oddly wrote once, and it was only the fault of rhyme

That this writing came so artful, and not so fine

It's quite true there's a bit of truth in it,

But oddly, I still think it didn't fit.

The first line, well, I'm ashamed

That I deny now what I've planned

There are hours of thinking

Before you find yourself sleeping.

And how you sleep, God, it is to see

A nightmare, or a pleasant dream, it may be

And you are barely surprised

At how oddly I told lies.

Well, yes, a flattering smile flatters

A forgiving smile eases

But they don't go together

Just like sadness and bad weather.

And who ever said that your thoughts were gentle

And that they're erased with a handful of sentimental

Talk and chat and other styles

Of masking unwanted lies?

Really, don't be afraid of a morning

Or of an innocent evening

Because, after all, this is what we own

Of all the stuff we really show.