THE TONGUE
Behind the mask of a beautiful moon
Lies another face; no shine, all gloom
It snarls, it shows it’s ugly side
Shows all its sides, no place to hide.
The hearts who happen to be around
Find feelings turning upside down
The hole that holds the guilt inside
Suddenly appears from clouds so wide.
The smiles once shining on the face
Disappear, go running, taking up precious space
If only thoughts would run first base
The tongue would burn, no harming race.
Who I am 