It looks like the words that slip out my mouth
Betrays me in ways
Where pain comes through
Making its grand entrance
Words that comes out of my mouth
Tends not to make any importance
As my eyes speak differently
Having it's own mouth
Like a backstabber
Exposing me under my nose.
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Tales of the unknown
PoezjaBOOK 1 Poems filled with tales told by my mind. Published: 07-06-20