So many pages, so many lies

Leather bound and yellowed

After all the passing years

The stories haven’t mellowed

Dog eared corners, wilted

Covered over, dusty layers

Marked, the chapters, bitter

By all the supporting players

No truths were ever spoken

White lies, against black ink

Were written by the scribblers

Who never stopped to think

 

May Writing Prompt:  Leathery lies – Day 20/31

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