Doesn't your stomach
unravel ribbons,
which tie into bows
that twist and curl
climb your throat,
fill your mouth
and choke you
as tainted words
munipulate the air
and lace into my ears?
Each decieving ribbon
settles in my mind
and constricts my thoughts.
The ribbon will become
threads and subside,
yet, come again
introduced by a knot.
One ribbon to the next
it's a never-ending
pattern of colorfully
adorned lies.
unravel ribbons,
which tie into bows
that twist and curl
climb your throat,
fill your mouth
and choke you
as tainted words
munipulate the air
and lace into my ears?
Each decieving ribbon
settles in my mind
and constricts my thoughts.
The ribbon will become
threads and subside,
yet, come again
introduced by a knot.
One ribbon to the next
it's a never-ending
pattern of colorfully
adorned lies.
