I crave the petals of your lips
to brush against the thorns of mine,
so maybe
[just maybe]
I can blossom to be beautiful
just like you.
YOU ARE READING
My Lies
PoesieThe 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
