
Lies, sweet as honey,
Drip from her sanguine lips.
Lies that loop through your brain
Like a bad love song,
To finally lodge, heavy as a stone,
Underneath your heart,
Cold and immovable.

My journal of big words and pretty pictures

Lies, sweet as honey,
Drip from her sanguine lips.
Lies that loop through your brain
Like a bad love song,
To finally lodge, heavy as a stone,
Underneath your heart,
Cold and immovable.

Sanguine lips! wow. Love the way you’ve crafted your poem
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If you keep hearing it over and over again maybe it really won’t be a lie. One of the best so far.
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This is amazing & in just 33 words-wow Tara!
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I loved this, and especially the bee, preparing to produce more honey! I too, find inspiration or illustration for my writing, in photography. I don’t know what comes first for you, the chicken or the egg, but it works!
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Whenever I have a writing prompt, I always go to my photo library for an accompanying image. Many times, if I don’t know how I want to use the prompt, the photo sparks an idea.
It definitely is a ‘chicken/egg’ kind of thing.
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