Jack Worsfold


I Broke It

I had perfection crystallised … I held it my hand
I lied to her incessantly for want of being bland
I wanted to impress her with tales of something good
But instead I now reside underneath a liars hood

Why could I not be truthful… did I simply not match up?
Did I really take a longing swig from such a shallow cup?
I lied to her and lied to me no morals cover this
Like white on white for nearly ever, only spoilt by truths sweet piss

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