velocity's poetry.

fake

oh, how grace suits you
sitting on top of that golden throne.
your smile begins to wilt,
but all it did was hide your shame.
the shame had always been there,
but was that smile real?

- [ ] fake. not genuine; counterfeit. there are so many times where you've hidden behind that smile of yours. that perfect, beautiful smile. where you've taken so many hits, but never thrown any back. the world seems to detest you, my dear. why is that? have you hidden your inner demons so fully that you have become one? a demon that leeches off of humanity, searching for its next victim. your next victim would be me, and I would have never seen it coming. I was too lost in your deep ocean blues, your black and white tattoos, your delectable red lips. when i realized you were a pirate, my heart stopped. the realization hit well. you weren't who you said you were, and I was left picking up the pieces.