Promises
Pie crust crumbles
just like your lies
false hope gleams
truth dies
Hallowed comfort
no real ground
falling.
waiting to no avail
No rough truth
just slick hissing lies
desperate to scratch
to hold on tight
You'll be my death
those little lies
The tongue lashes out
none can undo what's been done
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I have dabbled in writing since I was little but then again who hasn't? I fell in love with poetry my sophomore year of high school when I took my creative writing class.
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