My windows cr
a
ck,
yet they can be r e p l a c e d . . .
. . . but your arms will tire,
throwing stones my way.
YOU ARE READING
My Lies
PoetryThe 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
