Fading away in front of your eyes,
Bulking up behind all the lies.
Never would the thought have crossed your mind,
Her smile was always far too kind;
Yet her smile was not true,
And the dishonesty was unnew.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
