Little white lies

Little white lies
Petals
Fall
From flowers of truth
In skeletal crescendo
Swept into piles
Under the rug
Decay
From remains
Pieced together
A white elephant
Is born

Honesty among friends

“Are you well?” he says.

“Yes”, I reply.

But nothing could be further from the truth.

Trust

Love, it’s simple truth,
Nothing more I seek than this;
But it lies, hidden.