Discrete lies pretending to
Masquerade as the way the ocean lies:
Salty and sweet, but with the intent
To take you deeper into [[[[[monotonous]]]]]
Shame.
We act as if moments in time will
Wrap our heads around these small
Momentary afflictions of comfort
To know we can promise something;
As lies pour out of my mouth:
Salty and sweet
Tragic.
Ending to a girl that has yet to speak.
A poem for every girl that has felt ashamed to speak because of the powers of materialism and darkness that has taken her innocence//
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