• Like a wordsmith,
    I twist words around
    Embellish a tale
    To make it seem real.

    Beautiful like a tree
    The tale grows
    With colorful foliage
    You can't uproot.

    Make the words
    Seem like something I'd say
    If I'd say it,
    Of course.

    Big and broad
    Into the open air
    It is so hollow inside
    Like the nasty truth under gold leaf.

    Now my tale is twisted
    My tree has a new branch
    New colors form
    Just like I like it.

    How do I like it?