It's midnight
April 2 just freshly arrived and
I was actually waiting for yesterday to finish.
The day of fools, they call it
Day of lies, others say.
Yet is just a day
When we're allowed to do it
To lie
And not be judged or feel guilty
Yet it happens endlessly
Not only yesterday
But every single day of every single year.
Our mechanism wouldn't work
Without that tiny little spiral
That makes us liars
But humans.
Yet yesterday
I so much wanted to tell you
Three words, eight letters
And tell you its a joke.
But i didn't. I didn't call
Cause even if i want to, I can't lie.
Not today, not any day.
Not to you.
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The Stars Align
PoetryThe Stars Align every night to tell us secrets from all around the World. They dig deep in our soul, unlocking the vault of our darkest fear - our thoughts. Once opened,there is no going back; it is written down in history now. The Stars Align is a...
