Written lies

Written lies

Page 43 “Written lies I feel like a paper used by a pen,filled with written lies,sleepless nights,because of your stained ink in my mind.The blotches of ink so smudge,smudged like the teardrop destroyed on my cheek. Folded words become unfolded,than melt to show truth.Torn into little pieces,then squashed and vanished to be forgotten like smoke,yet exists as…