The Lie

Between the things we thought were missed

And the ones we never find,

lie dreams that pile on bucket lists

And a life that’s lived confined.


Between the chances we held in fists

And the risks that we declined,

lie fires dying in ash of what-ifs,

And a fate to which we feel resigned.


Between the ties we hoped will persist

And the ones that left us blind

lie resentments that blossom like the cysts,

And a paper bin full of confessions we left unsigned.


— EntangleDesigns

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