Pretty lies, aren't they?
I asked you, how you were. You responded with a smile and said that you were fine.
I saw your eyes, they spoke something else to me.
That fake smile of yours, don't know why that made my heart ache so badly;
The lies you tell, could you show me the you beneath that pretty mysterious mask?
The lies you say never harmed anybody, yes sure;
But I wondered if those pretty lies ever benefitted you.
Did they? How could I be okay when you said you were fine though you seemed so broken?
I was scared, so scared to touch you. I did reach out to you but was too afraid that you might shatter the moment I touch you, see through you.
Tell me, ooh love; Why would you cover yourself up with such a mask and those pretty lies?
I wondered, looking at the rain; as the raindrops fell on the leaves so gracefully.
Would you ever remove the mask? What are you hiding beneath your mysterious mask, would you ever care enough to show me your scars?
Would you tell me where the scars at? Tell me my love, how many times you needed me but I wasn't there to protect you.
I might not be able to heal those scars, but I promise to embrace all of you in my arms. Would you let me do it?
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Pieces of her
Poésie✎ᝰ ── ⎙ PIECES OF HER ── Sharing some pieces of mine here; Probably you can relate? But I'd hope no one relates to it, Though I badly want someone to say that 'You weren't alone, Nia; I've felt like that too' ᥫ᭡ written by @nxxratz_ .ೃ࿐
