Liar
Waves and dreams
fade away.
When the wind blows
they crash on the shore.
I sat on a rock
and watched children at play.
Footprints are many
and can walk a thousand miles.
But still, the water
would wash the footprints away
As if no one had walked
on the shoreline.
I walked by.
Confused.
And as I sat down.
Confused.
I thought to myself.
My old habits
are hard to die.
A sinner's past
will haunt them,
if they let it.
I cried as I realized
who I really am.
I wept.
It hurt.
It hurt
as I was getting stabbed in the heart
a trillion times.
Maybe.
My heart bled green.
Green blood.
Green dirty blood.
And it hurt.
I've heard of a word.
Catharsis.
Can hearts do a set of catharsis?
I bet it would hurt.
I dread it.
And as a white lie passes by.
You think it's not big at all.
You're a liar.
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