The Lie

The Lie


Such a little thing
Strung between two hearts

Concealed in silence
That which is unknown cannot hurt

Not both at least
Just one heart stricken
It will not stay silent
It will be heard

Then two hearts broken
Scars heal
But never disappear
They just conceal the wound

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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