Flowers For The Magnificent Liar That We All Love No Matter What
you ask for bread
i give my own bread
plus juice, i had one
cold in the fridge
pressed from fresh orange
you can take it
sip slowly as i watch
i can give you almost
anything
if you just ask
you do not have to fabricate
stories
i know each line
been there, you see,
been there, i keep telling you
you ask the world
my world
i am always ready to give
this world to you
i have no power over the stars
and the sea
but i can ask them
for you
you just ask, all you need to do
is just ask
there is no need for a lie
yet you did lie to me
will you ask if it pains me?
even before you ask me
i have already an answer
like a fried chicken on the platter
I've been in pain
there is always pain over my shoulders
you're the burden there
so how can i ever experience pain again?
you are a liar
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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