For those who lie
You don't lose a thousand breaths
But instead
Every time you decieve someone
Your face crackle
Becomes Nacratic
And begins to flake away with every lie you say.So think about the consequences of your fables
Don't pull a wool over their eyes
Unless you want to
Lose face
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Midnight : poems |starting
PoetryMight night is the darker version of colours, where I talk more about mental health and mental illness. As well as things that go bump in the night. This talks about my long hard road to hell and back. This poems talk more about what life is like...