The tales we weave
seem to only breathe.
They become the
moments of bittersweet
bliss and change.
They are meant to hide
our lies and
our deceits
And they work.
On anyone we seek to
delude.
Until the moment when
the teeth gnash,
the hands clench,
and our tales give way
to consequence
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
The tales we weave
seem to only breathe.
They become the
moments of bittersweet
bliss and change.
They are meant to hide
our lies and
our deceits
And they work.
On anyone we seek to
delude.
Until the moment when
the teeth gnash,
the hands clench,
and our tales give way
to consequence
