THE TONGUE


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.

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