Another .
And another.
And another.
Slowly the lie counter increases
Always the same lie.
Yet with every time,
More of my thinks:
"Next time I'll be found out"
As someone looks into my eyes
Through the window to my soul.
YOU ARE READING
Imperfection
PoetryA poem book by the only @acceptyourflaws. Hope you like it. :) Feel free to comment, vote and/or criticize me, just keep it clean and hope you like my first poem book. ( Some of you may know this book as Flaws, but I've had to rename it to make a d...
