Wordle #114


Some lies fall incautiously

Like paper from an over-turned file.

Senseless answers stumble,

Too complex to derive,

Like a forest pale with smoke.

The animals are a mess

Parts still and strewn on the edges

Of their ill-favored tracks.

Such lies require little class

But seem at the time valuable.

Don’t come too close for I’ve not

The breadth to hold you back.

Step on the gas and drive until

You reach Mona Lisa’s smile

And never come to me again.

Next time I won’t have the heart

To fabricate a rejection, next time

My heart will arrive with you

Worse for wear and in need of validation.

I had a fun time writing this, even if it is a bit nonsensical