Do you remember
When you first learned
People lie?
Not with words,
But lived,
If unintended.
She was fire and tide
And knew little of herself.
But she made me fly.
A writer trying to be an author
A writer trying to be an author
Do you remember
When you first learned
People lie?
Not with words,
But lived,
If unintended.
She was fire and tide
And knew little of herself.
But she made me fly.
