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Jan 2016
there is something haunting
a greedy thing captivated
with it's taunting
of those that have been isolated

i wish i could say
i have never strayed
but my pride for honesty
has taken my modesty.

i swear to you
i have not spoken true deceit
but my panic leaks through
and my real truth becomes obsolete

i wish i could say
i can help it
but something takes over my airway
and i would like to admit:

i have so many unwilling lies in your minds
that i cant stand to look in your eyes
but i hope to release you from dishonest binds
and let me start over.
i say things i dont mean all the time. sorry.
winter
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winter
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