What if honesty hung in each breath you took? Would you exhale the truth? How twisted are the branches of your heart, never knowing if your coming or going. Lighters spark to hide the shame of the man who was once beheld in the eyes of love. What a terrible sin, to play with the hearts of others...

It can be written again. wrung like water from linen, shook, spread, and lined. ***** secrets can be cleaned. no one would ever know, the piece he took. as the sheets hang in the wind. baked by the sun.