Things can't be found in the dark.
Secrets are hidden right before your eyes,
And yet you miss it because they aren't meant to be found.
You stumble and you trip on things in your path,
Not because you weren't paying attention,
But because you can't see what has been unseen.
If what I'm saying is true...
And I hope hope it isn't,
There is no candor betwix these walls,
Only lies.
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:Distorted Beauty
PoetryThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
