Rebellious Poets
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Lonely Lie
I sniffed your lie.
When you said you are fine.
You wanted to hide.
You might.
You tried.
But in your eyes.
I saw a disguise.
I didn't have courage to keep asking why.
Who's not lonely in the middle of the night?
Viola Wang
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