Spread lips
to taste the sweet lie of desire –
a simple flavor too familiar to forget.
We all join the same fantasy, hoping
to build it tall enough to touch reality.
Every tower leans;
every truth,
_a tilted dream_.
Peach blossoms fall,
pebbles roll, and still I wish
for a stone to throw— to shatter
my glass house before it breaks on its own.
The mirror stares — but even the mirror
has no glass left to reflect itself.
Blind followers,
strung to their masters’ ghosts, still
dance long after the strings are cut.
Freedom is a word we recite in chains,
and the sweetest lie of all is when
the right lips promise it.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 5:58 AM UTC
Spread lips
to taste the sweet lie of desire –
a simple flavor too familiar to forget.
We all join the same fantasy, hoping
to build it tall enough to touch reality.
Every tower leans;
every truth,
_a tilted dream_.
Peach blossoms fall,
pebbles roll, and still I wish
for a stone to throw— to shatter
my glass house before it breaks on its own.
The mirror stares — but even the mirror
has no glass left to reflect itself.
Blind followers,
strung to their masters’ ghosts, still
dance long after the strings are cut.
Freedom is a word we recite in chains,
and the sweetest lie of all is when
the right lips promise it.
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