Truth conspires to unravel my careful planting
of my garden of deception
every blossom screams your name,
every stone trips a hazard in your honor
the brooke whispers your name incessantly
your truth dances on the edges of my lips,
so desperately close to leaping into the world as an earth shattering revelation!
no thorns or barbs dare grow,
the sunlight streams though illuminating your presence
there is no hiding from you
I crave to sing the song of truth in my heart
dance the deepest confessions to light
cut down every twisted vine tangled up in my web of lies
I crave, I pine, I anguish
yet I tarry,
frozen in time the shell only recognizes obligation
thankful for your warmth
I move on and tend the garden
as if you never existed
cockle shells in a row,
only they know.

My mom won't be happy
When she sees my white dress ******
Nothing was more beautiful than
his tears dropping down from his eyes
When he heared
I was about to die
Nothing was more beautiful than
The drops of the blood on the ground
Me bleeding in his hands
He screaming at my face
Breathe ! Now !
Even more beautiful than
the rainbow out of the window
Laughing like
it was kidding all my people around
it was too beautiful to happen
I open my eyes
A knife in my hand
Wearing my favorite white dress
A song prowling in my mouth
I came back to where I started
My mom won't be happy
When she sees my white dress blooded

Your eyes speaks much sorrow.
Your smile hides a deep sadness.
You act so normal like nothing is wrong.
How do you keep up with this harsh world?
How do you keep up to society with that melancholy behind your back?
How do you keep your temper calm?
How can you keep your focus intact?
How did you keep up with work?
All of your work seems on the right track,
like you keep things just right.
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Would you share you secrets to us?