It’s Not

They travel through telephone wires
In discoloured energy sparks
Of whites lined with cobalt
Inside shadowy helixes
Of indigo blues
Entering emptied homes
Of tapered glass walls.

Deceptions in fabrications
Of deciphered loves
Without bodies;
Just a soul.

Erroneous sounds escaping
The thinnest lines of
Must be realities that
Could make the world fall apart.

Like the last time they blew it up.

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Biggest Liar

To say your face is beautiful
Or to say your soul is breathtaking
Isn’t sufficient enough;
These words that describe beauty
Lack the ability to portray
Just how beautiful
I think you to be.

But I will never say
Your face is more beautiful than nature
Or that
Your soul is more breathtaking than the cosmos
Because I’d be lying.

But I’m the biggest liar I know.

-Sabs-