Charade
Oh how my beauty's let me down
Mistaken and misshapen me
Thrown her colors all around
Dazzling and distracting
Disguising true intentions
With shiny toys and fairy tales
Clouding all perceptions.
A facade, short-lived
It could not last
Seeing through this charade
From yesterday back through the past
Unraveling and reeling
There's not much to be known
She's pulling at your heart strings
Digging down to bone.
It bothers you
The door she's unlocked inside your head
Letting something escape
That's now hiding beneath the bed
Always there on the edge of your dreams
Breathing the idea of
Nothing being what it seems.
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
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