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This is my first actual post here, so hello!
I completed 2 of my poems, so i decided to post them here. They're about something i was thinking about lately. Have fun reading.
Lie
If your lie became human
what shape would it take?
Would it be small and frail
or enormous in scale?
If your lie became a human
which colors would it wear?
Would it be black and white
or maybe full of colors?
If your lie was a human
would its life be true
or just a lie too?
Butterfly
Caterpillar made a promise
to stay innocent and pure.
When it was just a small larva,
it only heard lies and deception
which became the norm.
Then it grew in its cocoon
still unsure of what is true,
learned to be a hypocrite.
When the cocoon let it free,
it said nothing but lies
remembering it’s youth.
The butterfly tried to fly,
its wings as broken
as the promise
