They ask what's inside
What's deep and what's left to hide.
Yet what they truly seek is not for them to learn
They'll take the truths, the realities, and churn them into something untrue.
Monsters that creep in the alley, but pretend lovers who sing praises in the valley.
That's just what they do.
They find the truth, and wrap it will lies.
The truest of truths churned into dark fake words.
So, when they ask what's inside, what's deep and what's left to hide, turn the other way and say I don't know what you mean or what you would like me to say.
Because the monsters in the alley
are the pretend lovers who sing praises in the valley.
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In Between The Lines
PoetryCopyright 2017-2018©️ Ranking 138 in poetry on July 24,2018 Poetry from in between the lines. All the words hidden between the sheets. "If you can't love me in the storm, you can't dance with me in the rain." "What you pursue will soon glow, when t...
