Liar Liar

It is all on the inside
All in my head
I probably imagined most of it
I have a vivid imagination
                                       You see

Wild and colourful day dreams,

That make me feel sick

But it’s better for you that way

You don’t have to wonder where you went wrong
You can revel in your denial and blame
My vivid imagination,
Call me deceitful
And call me a liar

I am a liar

It never happened

Do you feel better now?

 

Books on the coffee table

Hayes to Slough
Dreamer
Claustrophobia

Beware i am a pacifist

Liar liar

Daddy long legs
Misguided youth
Church
My girl
 
Poetry by Fiona R Wilkinson ©- Artwork by Louisa Randell ©

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