Fake Flowers
It’s not your lies
I can’t take
I can fashion those
making them
into a bouquet
of plastic or
better yet
fake flowers
it’s the fact that
you take me
for someone easy
with emotions
to be plucked
like strings
on a jazz bass
and used for chords
in your grand
musical score
Whit Howland © 2019
Copyright © Whit Howland | Year Posted 2019
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