Little White Lines

The truth is hard to tell, in all honesty

Lines are comprised of the silences in letters
And say more
(It seems)
Than the screams of obsolete profanity

I steal them
And they love me for the sweetness of manipulation's lullaby

If waterfalls could whisper away the fallacy of words
I would wait for rain each day
And soak in the reality of translucence
As it fell.

Plagued lips could kiss the water
And watch it giggle.
You would know,
Then,
That the shapes printed out in a smile
Were no secret


The truth is a tall order

Reviews

[Irenic]

If waterfalls could whisper away the fallacy of words
I would wait for rain each day
And soak in the reality of translucence
As it fell.

Plagued lips could kiss the water
And watch it giggle.
You would know,
Then,
That the shapes printed out in a smile
Were no secret

the pain of saying truth is very hard cant be measured, this is what you wrote and wrote perfectly.

you have made the picture of that pain.

thanks for sharing, great write, :)

[Ohhhwillow]

Really appreciate your review, thank you!

[Irenic]

welcome......................:)

[Mayank]

I think it's written very well, it really flowed like a waterfall. The truth, hidden behind milky water and stones.

[Ohhhwillow]

Thank you! I am glad you grasped the concept here; conveying ourselves exactly seems so impossible. I will stop by your page to review. ☺️

[Flutterby aish]

Your words are like magic spells...no kidding. Nailed it! This one is just exquisite word play! thankyou for sharing! :D

[Ohhhwillow]

Thank you very much for reading, and for your kind words! I am pleased that you enjoyed it. 😃

[AaronFreitas]

"Plagued lips could kiss the water
And watch it giggle.
You would know,
Then,
That the shapes printed out in a smile
Were no secret "

I really like that last stanza... love the thoughts :)

[Ohhhwillow]

Thank you for reading 😊