April 19
The lies coat my tongue
like sickly sweet honey
and the words I want to speak
get trapped and warped inside.
Honesty, they say, is the best policy,
but what if I can't find the policy manual?
What if the truth is hidden
in pages and pages of guidelines and rules?
If I told you that I was sorry,
would you just walk away, again?
And let the mist envelope your sighs
While I'm stuck, the sunshine burning me?
These eyes are known to betray.
So, tell me, can you trust them?
I wouldn't to be honest,
but what does my honesty mean to you?
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