There are some things we only learn when we love. I learnt that hands became liars when words would fail. I learnt that some lips when used in love, don’t always bear truth. Sometimes they bear you a fruit that rottens right before your eyes. But the hardest lesson I had to learn was that the eyes never quite lied like people do.
With love as your thread, you wove me basket of lies by Danyelle j. Alexander ©














