I'm sitting at a table
In a crowd
I'm smiling
I'm lying
I'm frowning
I'm crying
I'm falling apart
But you don't know that
'Cause this mask of mine
is a work of art.
YOU ARE READING
Words from a Dishonest Poet
PoetryWelcome to my story, my quaint book of poetry. Look inside for many rhymes of fire, cocaine, and even a little bit of truth at times. There is no plot to follow, or any lengthy narrative to swallow. Just a short collection and tidbits of my mind'...
