All along have I known
The truth hidden in your words
But lies now expose to what is really shown
The truth is often unheard
Lies form parts of truth
Paths intertwined of hate
Beauty shed in its' own true glory
To this, we all relate
We grasp onto what we can hold
Let go of what we can live without
Of everyone but ourselves
Truth itself is beauty,
But unconcealed by the ugliness of lies.
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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