Bandage over cracks with sticky lies
Remove all color from open eyes
Stand by idle and listen to their cries
While crafting up more precious alibis
Feckless is the one who never tries
But others lick lies up with little sighs
He’s still got his eye on the wrong prize
Soon too late for even cold goodbyes

© Delia Ross. 2019

Published by PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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