As time goes by,
Secrets become found,
Questioning what's a lie,
She is his hound,
Only doing what he says without asking why,
Her world spinning round,
Wishing she could die.
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
Hidden Secrets
As time goes by,
Secrets become found,
Questioning what's a lie,
She is his hound,
Only doing what he says without asking why,
Her world spinning round,
Wishing she could die.
