Truth Be Told
So the voice desires embrace, which the breath wont make.
Dance with translucent lies, flowering less lips to kiss.
A poets talk, is only bested by a poets walk.
Damn the inseparable two,...... paper, pen, lose, win! a true wise man knows he is a fool!
The pother between heart and mind,..... zero compromise.
Caged emotions, their only outlet..... burst of fit!
Yet molding a mask is easy if one holds their breath, this is how translucent lies are said.