Lie to me;
with a smiling mouth or pleading,
for even roses
have no trouble, whatsoever, distinguishing betweenβ€”
I am worth reading,
my dark irises lambent with budding of days to come;
purely theoretical.
A landscape of bruises and hurt was once my domain,
where I sat
unable to discern the dubious murmur of red alchemy,
empty tears,
and implacable sweetness of tales
which sought to degrade deeper truthβ€”can you still trap me?
Come, let your steps be slower, the white in the milk moon
bears witness to.

A sickle or a scythe, as the light hits the ocean
and aqua blue
prepares to move in and construct the atmosphere; lie to me.

 

 

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Rommy invites us to focus our words around lies or
the
idea of a lie, come join us! πŸ“

A Skylover Wordlist: Alchemy, landscape, implacable,
aqua πŸ’

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