She wears music notes
on her skin,
like body armor
No one can break through
to her soul
as the sweet melodies
block the sound of
your lies
The music flows
from her finger tips
effortlessly, naturally
The lies flow
from your lips
in every sentence
commonly, naturally
She–she is no different,
not immune to your lies,
so she blocks out the sound
with the music notes
tattooed to her skin
in hopes to never hear you
lie again
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whatever is needed to be said
Poetrycrap that the world needs to hear A range of short to long poems to rants and ideas.
