They say there's no pulp
But they lie, just like most people lie
Orange juice is never the same
Not when they lie about the pulp that's in it
It falls down my throat like water
But little bits get stuck in between my teeth
No pulp, but they're a bunch of liars
It's sweet and good so we don't care about the lie they tell to us
We're blinded by desire
By what we want
Not what we need
They say no pulp, but in reality, we'd drink it either way
YOU ARE READING
Hour glass
PoetryPoetry of pain and hardships, you're never alone even though it may feel like it but time always runs out
