i am a person of lies.
not all of them are serious
but some of them are.
there are little ones
that taste like chalky candy hearts
"i can't go, i'm busy"
"i don't have that paper with me"
"sorry, i totally forgot"
"i didn't see you messaged me"
but some of them are a bit more bitter
like an unripe berry
"it's not a big deal"
"i'm just tired"
"i have chores to do, i can't stay."
"I'm just cold."
then there are the bad ones
which scald my throat as i speak them
"oh, no thank you. i'm full."
"this? the dog scratched me, haha."
"my eyes? oh, it's just allergies!"
"it was just a joke, don't worry!"
my parents say i'm a bad liar. but i know better.
after all, they've yet to catch me for one of my worst lies.
"i'm fine."
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Another Poetry Book
PuisiThis is just a way to vent and improve my writing. The photo in the cover is mine. Feel free to comment of message me privately, though if it's rude or generally mean-spirited, you will not get a response. Please be careful while reading, some of th...
