What I live for

is the honesty with which I am born,
I carry it always on my person, hidden
so nobody would know but me,
that way they can't steal it.
It makes my hard days a little
less hard, at night, it snuggles
up next to me. When we are
alone together
pretending to be musing
but really gazing at each other
thinking
how the world is held together
by a variety of dishonesty,
to be honest
is to be
one individual
picked out of a huge crowd.



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-09-28 at 09:34

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