Looking for the best of my honesty
The kind that gives the deeper truth
Sometimes it lays hidden in shallow breathes
Caught there in the fear of all that exposure
The kind that gives the deeper truth
Riding the surfaces like a stone skipped across water
Caught there in the fear of all that exposure
Feeling the drown come on in the sinking
Riding the surfaces like a stone skipped across water
I count how many skips it takes before the truth
Feeling the drown come on in the sinking
How long can you tread the rapids
I count how many skips it takes before the truth
It’s not like living in a liars den of shame
How long can you tread the rapids
It’s never very far from the shore’s safety
It’s not like living in a liars den of shame
The best self hungers to be seen
It’s never very far from the shores safety
Once revealed in the light of truth
The best self hungers to be seen
Sometimes it lays hidden in the shallow breathes
Once revealed in the light of truth
Looking for the best of my honesty
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 
Exquisite. Theme and structure meld so well. Thank you, Jeanne.
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