We all have a book that we keep close to ourselves,
Only a few know the placement of them these shelves of memories.
Decorated by lines of lies and heinous crimes,
And with the faded ink of disappearing words that lay.
It gets harder to find what does it had to say.
So here we are
Writing our book of lies
And Burning it in the fire of a new free life
YOU ARE READING
Live, Laugh, Love, Write!!!
RandomHy everyone!!! This is a point for midnight thoughts, and my other works posted on my insta id @writers_rant as poems, prose, art and short stories..... hope you like and share!!!!!. ☺☺☺
