The truth is I'm a liar.
Is that a start?
I hope you can love me now
and tell me you're one too.
It's the truth if I believe it, I'd say,
But I can't believe it.
I mean that this is all the truth I'll give.
I can't tell you about what didn't happen
my summer in the sky.
I love your poems, particularly this one. I do the same thing with the last line, I try to make it as interesting as possible. It's like getting the last word in. It needs to be done sometimes.
ReplyDeleteAwesome poetry, Ilana.