Sticks and stones

Can’t tell
Why I left
Can’t spell
The words lost
In my dry mouth

Maybe that’s why
I lie to avoid the truth
I cannot comprehend these feelings
Don’t think I possibly could

Changed my writings a while ago
Maybe the sentences do carry weight
Maybe they don’t, I don’t know
Behind flamboyante words I hide
To match how it is on the inside

Can’t get grip on the truest truth
It is buried in your eyes
Can’t let slip any feelings, maybe I should
They remain buried in my bones

Sticks and stones
Won’t get them above the ground
Whatever it is (was) this time
I confront my flawless crime


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