Rumors or Truth
The truth smells like an onion,
no matter how hard you try, it has to make you cry.
The truth sounds like an explosion,
after digging too deep into the earth.
The truth tates big and sour in my mouth,
but inside I know I have to come to means with it someday.
The truth is RED, like a rose. Or dripping blood.
The truth feels silky, sweet on my fingertips because it's so priceless.
You can't always have it.
The truth moves slowly through the mud, like a stick stuck at the bottom
Dragging.
It's like hide and seek,
you find it...
Or you don't.
YOU ARE READING
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