BY: Shelbi Henny

Secrets embody the reality of the fall
how simple it has been to keep 
the formality of it all
binding into critical law
I was helpless 
carrying scars of wanting more
I realize that nothing is as it seems
in hopes that things was real
feeling so comfortable 
I would have never known
that deception was at the front door
banging into repetitive notions
I said before the chronicles of us began
and though I can not explain 
we were once so close now so far
I find myself analyzing the truth
and replaying the signs 
overthinking the situation I wonder if 
I want to deal 
and I hate that I can't find the analogy 
to face these repercussions