The Truth

Exposes itself
A meager stain on a naive dress

As words begin to twist
deflated actions
A studio
With broken instruments
Promises slide off key
The spot mushrooms
As your suit turns grey
The wine permeates my naked skin
spilling out the hope you gave 
You said you’d never blend with the rest
the subtle linger of loves refrain
The rub of metal on paper chains

~ willow

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