Let's not be real, here.

One time I told the truth and as a result,
someone else
picked up my heart and walked off with it as if
they deserved it because as the liar,
they looked better and we all know
looks are all that matter. 

What was hiding in the rose?!?!

Letters stacked on top of each other confuse

me 

trying to decipher the meaning

download pending 

the meaning hid in a poem that

used to be somewhere else

i

do

n't

under

stand

why the 

f

ck

u

,

you

wrote

yu

or

Po

em

like that^^

Image: Rose 1, 1977, Sweeny Reed

The blank title in between

There is a fine line
between knowledge,
and hysteria.