The Lies You Never Told

Roses, aren't they beautiful ?

Pink, red, purple too

The ones standing proudly in a garden

Those destined to a mother, or a lover

The prettiest ones

To my eyes

Are the blue ones you drew

I must have been a poet

In a distant life

My love for words is the only thing left

But I can't seem to get them right

...

A wordless poet

How my past self must be disappointed !