DeceptionA Poem by Wild Willow BlueLet's all just pretend we are better than ourselves..I’m so sorry sorry I’m just not the same not the same as I was before Was before just a dream? A dream reopened? I’m repeating myself and I know you can tell you can tell my real game of truth These are not lies! These are not lies not little white lies Tell me what’s wrong what’s wrong with your soul? It’s broken and shattered broken and shattered on my floor Like a mirrorless wall so is, your emotionless face © 2018 Wild Willow BlueAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWild Willow BlueOHAboutI am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..Writing
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