lies

Posted by Roger A. Tetrahart at 23:51

21 September 2005

I lied.
I hate myself.

- Henry Rogers

3 comments:

Roger A. Tetrahart said...: A poem can be about simple things like a cat, or rain, or a flower. Just don't let it be ordinary.; 21/9/05 11:53 pm
Unknown said...: so what did u lie about?; 22/9/05 1:26 am
Roger A. Tetrahart said...: Argh... I dread the question, and the point is not to know! Ta-da! It's the 'feel'.

It's the feeling of pain after the lie. Perhaps the thing is important to you, or you lied to protect something. You know how it is.; 23/9/05 12:02 am

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