We love flowers,
yet we pluck them.
We love trees,
yet we cut them.
We love animals,
yet we cook them.
Can you understand
why I run away
when you say
"I love you"?
YOU ARE READING
My Lies
PoesiaThe average person tells four lies a day, one-thousand, four-hundred and sixty a year, and eighty-seven-thousand and six-hundred by the age of sixty. And the most common lie is: "I'm fine." Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013/2014 - InkButterfly
