Triolet

As a child, there are things I just couldn’t know, that “love” is a nightingale held aloft by a hundred pale lies, that these frigid winged creatures are often just for show. As a teen there was nothing I thought I didn’t know except that forever can still mean never sometimes. As an adult there is still so much I admit I’ll never know

but “love” is a nightingale held aloft by a hundred pale lies.