It was too easy;
the lies rolled off your tongue
like flooded waters.
Something once peaceful
and refreshing
now a messy nuisance.
The water expands,
the salt corrodes,
everything is damaged in its wake.
sadness
Reckless
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Though I’ve been reckless and selfish,
our memories are engrained in my mind.
Your tender words have been inscribed on my heart;
Perhaps they were lies,
Perhaps it was the truth that you were too afraid to accept;
I hope it’s the latter, no matter how dangerous that may be.
Shot by me, NYC.
Soul Cry
free verse, freeform, poetryAnd so they fall faintly,
The tears from your weeping soul.
Pic taken by me at the Whitney Museum, NYC
