HIS REPERTOIRE
When he's too nervous to answer directly
or too intimidated to tell the truth,
one must expect an answer they didn't see,
or question the clarity of "I love you."
Was the lie that he told her worth anything?
Did he get what he wanted at that moment?
How she forced herself to eat food or to sing—
the assurance she needed was never met.
This pain is like a venom from a snake's fangs
so intense that she wants to cry and kneel;
the golden touch rusted with his silver tongue—
but the saying goes, "Those who can't hear, must feel."
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When you want to write angsty poems, but you're happy so you used the "campfire stories" of other people.
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THE MUSE'S PAGES: dusk
PoetryThe other half of The Muse's Pages: dawn, a collection of self-written poetry
