words—strategically creating the perfect balance—pierce the air with ease striking straight through the heart, penetrating defenses before you know what's hit you
It's not their fault;
my words were strategically crafted,
as so often they are,
to hide the pain searing tendrils of hope.
It's not their fault,
though if only they knew the hidden truth,
they'd see the lie of it's not their fault.
2 comments:
hope and pain...def can be joined together at times...a cool form...the repetition...i wonder is it the words you speak of or the people?
Oh, I hear you with this. Painful really. But no it is NOT their fault.
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