The Game
By Michael DeCorse
Before the game no one knows
which way it may go.
Butterflies began to fly
Through my eyes,
Lips, nose, and toes;
shoes, socks, and clothes.

The Truth Being Told
By Michael DeCorse

I am sorry I have to tell the truth. It's just like a spell cast upon me. It fiddles around in my head all the time. Life is wonderful tell the truth.

I am sorry I have to tell the truth. It's just so pure and good. It fiddles around in my head all the time. Life is wonderful having to tell the truth. Not having to lie and fake it, that is my best quality.