Poetry and words
A lie that lives
Between two sighs,
It’s not much,
Except to you
and I.
While you say
That you will try,
My mouth smiles,
As my heart cries.
I know to you,
It’s never a lie…
but we both know,
Looking eye to eye,
Only a sad secret
Between you
and I.
a.l.c
Time passes before being noticed,
Only ordinary days come and go.
I feel sorry every sunrise
And hopeful every sundown.
Reaching for past things,
Not much matters
Now.
a.l.c
**I often find myself waking up and not doing the things I had said I would do the night before… the simple act of “not” doing things that can sometimes darken the whole day. Lucky us when we get to try again the next day.🌅🌄
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