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one for the next holiday....

Posted to Action Poetry




Nice to meet you, Truth
Dont think we've met before
I heard that you're adored
I heard you're always sure

Why've you been hiding, Truth?
I thought you set us free.
I thought you helped believe
Why was it never me?

Please don't go now, Truth
Why was I the last to know?
'cuz I was the last to grow?
reality began years ago

nostalgia
reality
got the best of me
find my tears
in six years