These little lies,
that only let us by for so long. Until we lose our ties,
with those who we try to stand by.
But these lies who never go away, even when we show and cry.
Cry for the better of our lives,
we lose everyday.
Because we are lies ourselves, made of poison and death.
Made of nothing but the lies that keep coming back,
like flies that never die.
No matter how much we try.
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The Unspoken Words
PoetryWe all try to learn from the words spoken to us, but how can we learn from the words left unspoken. These words that are hidden from us to protect us, but could these words hold the secret to our happiness. Take a look and see what you discover. Cop...
