Malleable Truth
The very fabric of my being
Being shredded by your meaning
They say rumors are demeaning
But even rats can have tales
Your whispers stir up a gale
And your storms ravage my seas
My eyes see next to nothing
And there you are right beside it
Proclaiming how little I really mean
To the shreds of your feelings
Feeling out the planks in the dark
I inch closer to the spark
When your fatal wind strikes again
And returns my ship into the dark
Copyright © Andrew Travis | Year Posted 2017
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