White lies
Why would I say the truth
If you would see me wicked
Why would I lie to you
If time would soon unveil me
Are you okay?
With a set up full of secrets
Waiting to be unravelled
To unfold and to be seen
What is invisible
Cannot be seen
But not all who are seen
Is the truth from within
Will the lie you speak
Be the truth they seek
Whether spoken or left unsaid
In a smoke filled cabin.
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Our Untold Story
ПоэзияThis is our story, Our Untold Story. This book is a bit messy since this is my very first poetry book.
