Listen,
Now I could tell you
That, I actually believe you
The world is indeed flat
Banks start wars
And we actually landed on the moon
But,
Then again, I
Only lust for the fragile and jaded kind of truths
A particular flavor of strange fruit
Bitter to the lips
Yet, sweet on the tongue
Gowned in emerald green lies
Draping graciously over the eyes
Imprinting my soul
Like the fullest Moon's lips
Kissing the darkest of midnight skies