No Stone Unturned
When Love explodes with flexuous faces
No stone unturned as it defiantly displaces
Sanctimonious skies fill the abrasive air
As Love rambunctiously roams trying to pair
Sweet little lies become matriarchal mountains
As we throw our Love from fallacious fountains
In Love we beg we borrow and steal
In truth we hide and contiguously conceal
Emotions unleashed through guilted gates
For Love is no better than the one it hates.
June.26.2016
Sweet little lies...Contest by Silent One
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
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