I wish we'd stop using words so loosely.
So as the first syllable is released from your mouth.
May something drop in the back of your ribcage,
trickle down your shoulder blades.
So you give a genuine expression on your face,
one that you didn't have to paint.
YOU ARE READING
Truthful Hypocrisy
PoetryA collection of self written poems. For the lonely, For the broken hearted, Beautiful well meaning beings looking for their own pure hearts feelings.
