Trust

 

each

truth

stands on

its own and

grows a foundation

no hidden secrets or doors

that stay locked, no shadows that

lurk and threaten to pull out one piece

from the core of it and bring the whole thing down

 

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honesty

secrets like a tree torn of leaves,

each one a truth untold, even

the desperate grip of branches

could not stop the fall. sun stares,

demands honesty, reveals deceit

in her glare. his wooden arms

are no match for her golden gaze,

so all of it falls, half-truths and lies,

and he becomes bare, only bony

fingers of regret, reaching out,

as if she would forgive. she covers

her eyes in clouds and turns away.