Friday, 3 November 2017

Present myself.

Taking a piece of peace and calm,
Tearing it down the side.
I want to pull it away from you.
I want to build a wall, and hide.
The ripples from your tossed stone,
Have upset the tranquility of my lake.
I will present myself with a smile,
But you’re the reason why it’s fake.

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