Sunday, 5 April 2020

Sometimes

Sometimes not everyone speaks words dripping with sugar
Sometimes their words are knives, blades, swords and hands
That tear through your mind, heart and soul
Making you wonder if what they say
Are words of truth
But truth cannot be much more stretched
For the only honest person here
Between you, them and I
Are the thoughts that you refuse to think

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