Vicky

A needle truth is never easy, it sparkles where lies end, to always gild the lily, is there ever a time, that forever tends, to claim we're all fine, bites the hand that deserts us, cadges off our friends, when they confer illusion, light shines our Valentines, hot brown days send, tidal boats to the skyline, absence is a lost release, even as we set, fire to every belief, we don't mind betraying hopes pretend, if they ask us why, say it's in the sand.