Poetry For Everyday People
Next To The Truth Sits A Lie
Don't kiss the tease,
you can't reach it,
this wink is long gone,
even though you think
it's still in progress,
instincts is a groove
in real time,
few can find soul,
my gut feeling:
is a seed
that constantly
blooms,
when you smell jasmine
I'm guarding your heart.
you can't reach it,
this wink is long gone,
even though you think
it's still in progress,
instincts is a groove
in real time,
few can find soul,
my gut feeling:
is a seed
that constantly
blooms,
when you smell jasmine
I'm guarding your heart.
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Next To The Truth Sits A Lie
Next To The Truth Sits A Lie