You stare at me with those eyes
But they bear no passion.
Deception in disguise.
The look of deceit.
You bear a goddesses beauty
Nobody can compete.
My heart is screaming with pain.
It's too much to bear,
Too much to sustain.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoetryThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
