Chrysanthemums

Poetry

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You can take your secrets to the grave
​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​doesn’t mean others won’t disturb them.
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​Toxic words poured into a mold of niceties
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​paper machéd, and plastered on your face with a hole cut out
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​I only ask you for one thing.
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​I only ask you for one thing.
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​I only ask you for one thing.
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​filtering through the plastic smile times
Car ride confessions
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​packing up the bins of collectible hot wheels
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​memories sparking at every turn
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​shared for the first time
whispers of the truth will always be left behind.