Whispers... Masked by the truths of lie.
Decadent details embellished to stir a content sigh.
I hear that which they say but not which why.
A facade put up to cover what lies inside.
Show me. Show me... Whom you truly are?
Unmask that which hides you, bare who you are.
A light touch on the lace, and as the mask drifts to its fall.
A shout of Whispers stir... Masked by the truth of it all.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryPoems I have written, and that were written during times of reflection and thought,
