silent honesty;
it’s when you’re standing on the grass and you tell the rose she’s a beauty
well, isn’t she?
you feel it’s a duty
to only verbalize the nicest things out of all you’re thinking
but if you think their words cut like knives
then your silence stings like bees
This is the chorus of a song that I am writing right now. I wanted to share this on here because I thought many of you could relate. Please give me feedback on this piece!