Ripples
The ripples become much larger,
And then transform to waves,
Yet my thoughts continue to linger,
And never become too tame,
I dive and swim the surface,
As most people often do,
Not in water,
But in life,
The lies I tell are true,
Truthful people are those who
Breathe the words,
The ones who hear not listen,
Now they are fake,
For breathing is no longer a necessity,
When you swim the surface all your days.
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Truthful people are those who Breathe the words, The ones who hear not listen, Now they are fake, This is one the, if not the greatist four lines I have read on poem hunter, beautiful piece