I cover the mental bruises with a smile and a laugh,
I cover the verbal scars with friends and family,
I cover the pained expression with music and poets,
And I hope you know that if even for a sliver of a second you think these words are about something you know.
Well I hope you know, you might be right, and then again the world we see might be crude and it might be honest.
But at least I know I'm telling my truth.
The ones beneath my lips.
As they rest on the clouds my warm breath make in my cold world.
But at least I know telling my truth.
Underneath my tongue.
In betwixt my lips.
As they rest on the clouds of my cold breath.
YOU ARE READING
Emotions.
PoetryPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.
