Forged fellows,
Fake hellos,
Bated breath on thinking who else knows.
Sneaking moments out of thousands of eyes makes it
Even harder.
Being true and,
On the other hand,
Lying makes it like walking on hot sand.
Fires that we had struck by our fault,
It's time to put them off.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
PoetryFeel free to vote and comment if you enjoy reading! (Previously known as "Poetry On Fingertips") •2nd Position in The Crown Awards 2020 •#1 in #poetryislife -28/June/2020 •#1 in #poetrylovers -26/Feb/2019 And plz don't copy my book, Truyen.
