For if I wanted the truth, I'd look into the mirror
For if I wanted a taste of materiality, I'd look at the figures.
For if I seeked veracity about my allure, I'd ask the celestials.
And they all would remind me of my insignificance
Jeer at the triviality of every insecurity
Yet here I am, gazing into your eyes
Yet here I yearn for your falsity,
Yet here I am asking you to
taint reality, paint it a shade pinker.
Yet here you are my gospel...
Tell me a thousand lies
For if I wanted the truth, I wouldn't ask for your love
~H
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Roslyn
PoetryJust a compilation of my daily struggles and poems to summarise them. Wishing someone would analyse them someday...
