Red & Blue poems

The vulture gnawing at yesterday’s blunder. 

True colours withdrawn & sheltered away from her. 

Delicate decay of honesty, can come from being greenhorn-ed. 

Desolate & cliche, promise to be kin to phantoms, all deemed forlorn.

Lying is inconvenient

Admit it:

I am your grievance.

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Blinded by foresight, 

I’ve become a second thought. 

Inside, I’m forced to fight and defend from your taunts. 

Again you assembled my rifle, 

as candid “reassurance.”

Then pretended it was my fault,

 and handed me the bullets.