Lies don't leave,
They stay until the end,
They keep you awake at night,
They make you wonder who really are your friends,
Lies; they grow,
Into things you can't unsee or unsay,
Those tiny, white lies you told,
Once you said them too much, then it's too late,
You can't take them back, you see,
They never leave your side,
You said you are fine,
You said you are late,
But in the end you can't define,
How many times you've said the lies,
Or thought,
Or even remembered,
Those lies you told me years ago,
They lay right were you left them,
In the dumpster,
'Cause they smelled all the way from the other side of the room.
Idiot.
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Dust of the untold
PoetryYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
