SHE LIVES IN A GLASS HOUSE
Behind windows and doors that wait to be broken,
She holds a fist full of stones, always is she throwing.
As her life goes by they gather with stones of their own,
She preaches to the world behind her mask of many,
She is not seen but a hypocrite with a mouth of words phony.
She lives in a glass house built just for her, pretending always,
A false smile, two faces with a third never seen, few know of how mean,
Sad to say that I do know of her name, hides behind the book with a face.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Good writing, about a real person?
Yes! a sister of mine, although I don’t want to call her sister.
On Thu, Apr 25, 2019 at 5:25 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Really loved this one. Sort of ominous and chilly. 🙂
Thoughts of a sister,
Ah. Family…The ties that bind.
I would like to bind her to a tree.
On Fri, Apr 26, 2019 at 6:28 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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lmao!!!!!!!!!!!! love it
I’m glad you liked it, sounds funny but not so good.
On Sat, Apr 27, 2019 at 7:38 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I liked it, it kind of resonated with who I am too, except for the hypocrite and phony line. The rest… oh yes.
It is the truth, may not be a great line but she is evil.
On Sat, Apr 27, 2019 at 7:39 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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