Sweetest lie I’ve ever heard-
A blank shadow of the deepest word.
Turned from champagne to vinegar on your tongue-
Spilling from a mouth that’s far too young.
Too naïve to make any sense-
From depth and taste to ignorance.
Swallow now what you have said,
And sleep from its poison in your river of tears shed.
Jessy, I liked it. It made me think the tongue is a fire that few can tame, and words once said are hard to take back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
wow. great. just great. flow, words.