Photo by Asad Photo Maldives
For these and other lies
I plead the fifth
Robbed out of time
To author my peace
Held in pieces
Where you, stole my soul.
But in front of the crowd
I wear an independent apron
Cooking my tale
Hoping never to step on my tail
As I serve a perfect tell
Astonishing those who know.
Without cause for honor
Biting paint in secret
Dancing naked on the canvas
Bleeding art in agony
Stealing glances at you
Hoping to heal at every sighting
Yet! Sinking deeper and deeper.
Calling the clock a fool
I cloak my thoughts
Beseeching a perfect veil
Tear my lies upon
And whip my unspoken declarations
Fixated on your hand to jump a broom
Into forever.
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