Lies are for the weak,the sly.
Those who desperately need them.
They hide themselves from you,afraid of what you will do.
Honeyed words they spit in your ear,hoping only these you will hear, they call themselves your brother,your sister,your mother or father,your friend ,your lover.The list is almost endless .
My friend I say this to you with only but good intentions, if they had nothing to hide,my friend they would not have created a barrier of deception.
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Poetry
PoetryShe longed for her father to return to her, to smile once more and to love her again.She just wanted to be daddy's girl one more time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "This is an outlook of one of the many poems I wish to fill this processing book with...
