I am the keeper of secrets,
the teller of lies,
My ears take it in
and my mouth seals it shut
False truths can be told
when one cannot see
the border
between true and false
Its all like a quiz;
retain what is told,
give back what is wanted,
but never know your own
sewing thread born
of colours and joy,
keep pleading lungs
from letting it out
I am the keeper of lies,
and the teller of secrets,
My ears turn away
and the mouth betrays
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Turquoise Sunsets
PoetryA collection of my poetry. Some of them I am actually quite proud of, some of them I just wanted to write. There are a bunch of different styles and topics, and I hope that you enjoy! I will probably update at least once a week if not more. Not all...
