Lay your Lying Lines down, LorettaA Poem by D. L. Vaccaro
The gift of honesty would be nice every once and a while.
Lies only culminate in destruction, so why light a fire? Burn it all down then, I'll build it back. I won't leave, I won't die, not like them, not like the rest. Support is rarely given to the self taught child. Lies a self defense from getting intimate. The false-hypocrite claims guilt when actually innocent. Calls oneself a w***e when a virgin. Legs warmed together like grasshoppers song. Fakes experience to increase desirability, But doesn't want loss of innocence so makes excuses. Pointless reasons to keep from doing the things you claim. © 2012 D. L. Vaccaro |
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Added on June 9, 2012 Last Updated on June 9, 2012 Author
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