You play charades,
So no one sees, who you really are.
The boy, who's heart had been destroyed,
By a demon, hiding in the flesh of a girl.
You love, to your heart's content,
But keep it hidden deep within,
As if, you're hoarding a lost treasure.
You pretend to be a demon,
When you're an angel in the flesh.
No matter the act, or the lies.
I can see right through.
I see your reasons,
Behind pained eyes,
Every act of treason,
Brought from her.
You play charades,
But you're no good.
I still see the angel,
Dancing behind masked forces.
You, are but, a lost treasure.
- Author: Rosethebrokenhearted ( Offline)
- Published: August 17th, 2016 08:51
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote some time ago, it\'s still pretty flawed, but I told a member I would find it. Hope you enjoy.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 47
Comments4
Seems powerful, tell me if I am wrong, but this would be good for people who have been cat fished online, great work.
No, it could very much go for that. Thank you for your time. I'm glad you like it.
~RTBH
I read it twice and found it very interesting. This poem portraits a lost soul yearn for attention.
Thano you for the feedback and your time. It means a lot.
Thanks RTBH for a very beautiful and enigmatic poem. Love and life is indeed a CHARADE and what we present to the WORLD hides our hidden persona. People who know me intimately tell me my inner persona is not the same as my public face _ we are all charades.. Our desire to express ourselves can make us lose the real inner treasure that is our real self. Reading this poem makes me sad ~ BUT ~ thanks for sharing ~ love it ! Yours BRIAN.
Sorry for reading this so late, amazing work kind of like the other side to my deception poem. Thanks for this
Not a problem!
And don't worry, between working and sleep, I haven't had time to post or work on anything new.
I hope to work with you on a piece and I hope to read more of your work, keep it up 👍👍
I would love to create a piece with you!
I'm working on typing up my works soon, and I'm going to attempt to get them published into a book.
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