It was like walking into a pie shop. The aroma of fresh baked delights seemed to be so inviting.
The pies looked yummy, still hot with aroma steaming up and around the room. Luscious fruit fillings, carmel meringues, and colorful cream fillings all captured my eyes. I was ready to indulge, I was ready to bite into that perfect piece of pie . . .
But it wasn't exactly what I had hoped for. Reality left me with a disappointing taste. The words we form are often like the illusions of my pies. Words can woo us, entice us, yet fool us. They look and sound so good, especially to the ears of the one who doles them out. Yet to the listener the sweet spin always turns out to be a sour, bitter bite. That's how the words simply came from her lips without hesitation. They spilled out in what she thought was an orderly, pleasant way. Topped with so much excuse and fault, I couldn't decipher the truth in the flow. I had heard it all before. . .
The pies looked yummy, still hot with aroma steaming up and around the room. Luscious fruit fillings, carmel meringues, and colorful cream fillings all captured my eyes. I was ready to indulge, I was ready to bite into that perfect piece of pie . . .
But it wasn't exactly what I had hoped for. Reality left me with a disappointing taste. The words we form are often like the illusions of my pies. Words can woo us, entice us, yet fool us. They look and sound so good, especially to the ears of the one who doles them out. Yet to the listener the sweet spin always turns out to be a sour, bitter bite. That's how the words simply came from her lips without hesitation. They spilled out in what she thought was an orderly, pleasant way. Topped with so much excuse and fault, I couldn't decipher the truth in the flow. I had heard it all before. . .
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