A Perfect Day

Picture an imperfect day
fashioned from prefabricated dreams
everything’s misunderstood
and nothing is at all what it seems

A slice of life so thin, a veil,
its efforts to conceal prevail

At your doorstep
the lies remain intact
every secret lies
dormant as the doormat

Picture a perfect day
constructed of untruths unsaid
imagine that veil stripped away
lies tattered scattered on the bed

A slice of life so thick, its cloaked,
its right not to be revealed revoked

With morning breath we do the thing
the secrets stretch into elastic tales
every undressed lie pangs and stings
and hangs from the heart like hangnails

©2013 Baye McNeil

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