To the touch, they're like broken glass.
Fragile, rigid, and sharp.
They cannot possibly last
Since they are merely fabrications of reality.
Lies cannot truly exist, then;
However, they are still there.
They linger, and sting,
But they don't actually touch.
Just like that fragile glass,
Lies are easy to break.
Sometimes, though, the pieces are too complicated
To put back together,
So one can never understand
The puzzle that hurts without wielding a knife.
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Collection of Poetic's: Too Heavy to Hold
PoetryThis is a collection of poetic works that come straight from my heart. As the title implies, these are works that allow me to let go of strong, heartfelt emotions that are often not the best to keep bottled up. I hope that I may use my knowledge of...
