Like your friends
Love your enemies
But is it really that easy
To trust at all, in the end?
Everybody's got secrets
That's a fact
Funny how you can bet
How someone's going to act
When a part of their secret garden gets released
You just gotta be careful
Almost doubtful
See everything like a game of chess
A simple word can go in the press
You can't keep people from talking
And I think that, secretly, we all live from that bickering
We crave so much the attention
That comes from a big revelation
But think of all the trouble that one spoken shit can do
When everyone finally discovers the John or Jane Doe
The author of the scandal,
Or just the victim of some homemade joke
Because yes, everybody's talking
But nothing is keeping them from inventing
Talking is far from being a crime
And at the end, everybody's guilty for it.
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i forgive you
PoetryHe asked in his dreamy voice tinted with worry: "Will you forgive me, one day?" I couldn't help but say: "You're already forgiven. You always were." A miscellany of my poems about forgiving others in love, hate, sadness, and all those emotions that...
