Liar, Liar
Lies drip off my lips like honey.
Whilst the truth struggles to clamber up my airway.
It often gets stuck somewhere between my throat and my mouth.
Never to see the light of day.
Falsehoods come much easier.
They behave as my constant companions.
Support for my throne of fabrication,
Which teeters in the breeze.
Copyright © Sara J | Year Posted 2022
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