The Lies We Tell

liv wilde poetry

I’m not going to paint you a perfect life

because I don’t have it.

No one does.

Instead, I’m going to paint you the bluest of skies,

the mystics of the ocean, the bounty of jungles,

the dreaminess of fields and,

the ghostly allure of oak trees.

Because this world deserves its beauty to be told in truth.

And there’s truth in photos,

If we know how to look.

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The ocean made me a poet.

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