In Personal, Poetry, Writing on December 30, 2012 at 5:59 pm
Fake face, fake eyes, fake stories
Utter and unexplainable contentment.
I am loved too much to be so easily forgotten
Unless love is fake, too.
A friendship lost, a friendship gained
A disguise not so clever in the eyes of the others.
What a good job you think you’ve done, but you reek.
Of lies, of stupidity, of the mess you’ve made.
But most of all
you reek of yourself.
Copyright © 2012


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