Misplaced Missive #32 – Like Knives

Lies are a cover –
Cloaking me from the outside,
From a night I can only assume to be starless.
It’s an art, this,
Hiding from the bad so completely,
You are no longer aware of the good. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #32 – Like Knives”

Moonlit Musing – Confessions

Admittance of Having Done Nothing Wrong

I’m concerned if secrecy is breached,
If silence is broken,
Then history will simply repeat
Leading to my heart’s defeat
Under your feet.
Trampled again in a well rehearsed dance. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Confessions”