White flesh and tapered bone,
The hardest part of living,
Is facing the unknown.
Soft skin and bright eyes,
The only words we believe,
Are little white lies.
Painted nails and painted smiles,
The worst part of the know,
Is to never let it show.
Back-stabbers and truth seekers,
All looking for everything,
And never finding anything
Life and death,
Sometimes even the strongest,
Have to catch their breath.
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Revelations
PoesiaIt was really me. It was really you. There was really nothing we could do. To put it concisely, these are short, philosophical situations, feelings, and thoughts of different persons and personalities I've encountered.
