a sickly sweet being with flat silver eyes
fabricated silence would be my demise
strangling venom words escape your lips
drink my dishonest answers in little sips
we'll pretend to be oblivious in our exchange
fake questions for fake words in a simulated trade
if we act well enough we both can be let go
say the perfect things and we both perform our show
the interrogations were for those who could analyze
we knew more than we should and made fictitious surprise
I despise you and respect you for looking through my core
but after our exchange my lying heart was only sore.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Quiver
Poesiaa place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
