the red, black and white of

So loud the subtle cries of wounded hearts...
Soft whispers make mute tongues from silence break from true pretense.
Fake truth and envy starts.
Joyful tears and frowning smiles left in wake...
When lies do seek to show what's real indeed...
To save true friendship's stay to chance we plead


From my yfc friend a group message
i love it, its good right?

God bless everyone.