Apr 2013
Tentative truths pass through your lips
a heavy shift in silence follows
your eyes
always give you away
bending your fragile tale
under heavy scrutiny
your cheeks
flush crimson
and I watch
your nose
grow.
a heavy shift in silence follows
your eyes
always give you away
bending your fragile tale
under heavy scrutiny
your cheeks
flush crimson
and I watch
your nose
grow.
Combining Day 3 of PAD Challenge (write a tentative poem) with Day 2 of NaPoWriMo (write a poem filled with lies).
