my blanket covers the lower half of me except my toes
the fan is on even with this wintertime chill
lights are on because i'm afraid of the dark
but that's okay because i am not afraid you
i am not afraid of my problems
as i face them with my stone cold hands
you can not move me
the truth always comes out and
now that i see clearly
i can remove the redness that blinded me
honesty plunges its way up through the ground
as it always gives it's revenge
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Author:
T.C. (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Honesty is seriously the best policy. Seriously. The truth ALWAYS comes out.
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Comments1
Good write and so true. If you always tell the truth remembering the lies doesn't then exist.
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