I am afraid of the dust that settles on things
Of being held back by these broken wings
Whispering and screaming
Lovely lies
Who am I
To cry or to say it isn’t so
That I don’t believe these
Lovely lies
We hold our feet in fear
Of the places they’ll take us
So we invent stories, tall tales, and
Lovely lies
I see my faces flash me by
On buses and mirrors
On mobile screens
Which tell me lonely lies
I spin and I spin (for you and for I)
But the yarn runs out
Leaving these lovely lies
Bare
Naked, I hide
And bury myself
In these lies and lines
Which I make lovely
Dig me out
Out of these empty words
On this page
That make me lonely
Liar, liar
Through and through
I cannot escape
Or defy
These lovely lies
Your poetry is lovely! This one is my favourite 🙂
Thank you, Amanda!! 🙂