You lie to me
Unwitting, unthinking, unkind
Syllable by syllable
I build a wall
To protect myself
From words, wounds, slashing against my heart
©cih16, 16:31, 23.02.16
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- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.