You assess me.
You test me.
You try me.
But you don't understand me.
You critique me.
You judge me.
Because I'm a prism.
Because I am me.
Because I don't deny myself.
You waste your breathe, to evaluate me.
But have you ever inspected yourself?
Do that. And then we'll talk.
We'll communicate like "normal" people do.
And then, and only then, will there be peace.
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Love & Lies
PoetryTake a journey through a venturous mind. Enjoy the passion and blooms of love. Follow the blood from the heart that flows through the veins. Then descend into the pit of lies that unfold and ravel around yearning souls. The world is a canvas that ma...
