Lies
What is so satisfying about having your worst fears confirmed?
As pure anticipatory fear floods my lungs, I beg you to say the words.
Tell me that you see what I see.
Tell me that you've read this.
Tell me that you hate this.
I beg you but lies pass between your lips and I can trust no one.
As pure, angry dread drowns my desires and aspirations,
I thank you,
I continue to write.
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ty.ferg
I'm from South Dakota and I love poetry. In every spare moment I am composing lines to new works in my head, and I am always working to gain inspiration from everything around me. I play the piano, guitar, ukulele, banjo, and percussion. I love to draw and I love anything that involves zombies. Someday I will see the world.
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