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.