People like her.
But people only like her
because they're happy to believe
the words sweeter than honey
that float from her cherry smile
and warm their cheeks
just enough to make them blush.
People don't like the truth.
But people don't like the truth because
we prefer to be cushioned and
protected with things like lies
rather than have fact and reality
stab us in the back with its sharp bitterness.
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Dainty & Dangerous
Poetry~ Don't cry. Please don't cry. Because every tear that falls, Is another grain of salt in this stinging wound ~ Collection of (mostly) short poetry and thoughts Enjoy :)
