If

 

if truth be told i can't be trusted

past yesterday's horizon

'cause poetry is pretty

and hits hardest when the

metaphors for your beauty run thin

and

sometimes i'm at a loss on how to choose

the right fist fight to lose

just to prove that this time

i really mean to make good on

those first impression promises

i spoke of so long ago.

and the gods be damned for this golden tongue

twirling miracles in the morning

making you forget in the pleasure

that the measure of last night's

bedsheet whispers

ended with a wisp

and i'm already forgetting how to be

true to my own heart

if truth be told baby girl

i think that i'm falling to pieces

and the cuts don't thrill like

they used to.

god

i think i'm falling in love with you.

Reviews

[D. Elizabeth]

A delight to read, delicious with rich phrases, you write with ease. Even when I'm trying to just write I rhymn. I loved this part. "if truth be told baby girl

i think that i'm falling to pieces

and the cuts don't thrill like

they used to."
Kudos!

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

Like the touch of your helplessness in this - like you had to give it up to your feelings - oh, that realization that you have slipped! Very good write. Like it - from the truth be told on.....

Kath

[April Child]

and the gods be damned for this golden tongue
twirling miracles in the morning

ooh baby! I like this whole piece but somehow those lines just jumped out at me. And then that revelation at the end...

if truth be told baby girl
i think that i'm falling to pieces
and the cuts don't thrill like
they used to.
god
i think i'm falling in love with you.

Too good!