Did you hope I wouldn't notice you gave me empty words to drink?
well my tongues tasted more lies
than you would ever dare to think of.
You're not the only one with truth like poison in their veins.
whose ribs are shaped like cage
holding tightly to the pain
I knew even touched that wretched cup
pour a glass of words to cover what you hide
perhaps don't leave your secrets clinging tightly
to the side
but then again empty words.
Copyright © Mary Jane Randall | Year Posted 2018
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