I swear I heard all your hypocrisy
with your mouth shut,
with your wordless sound;
the way your eyes linger to my soul,
the way it stabbed me with two-faced,
I swear, I heard it all; I saw it all.
Your words seems a poisonous apple,
It brings joy and sweetness,
How it slip to my tongue down to my being
How it soothe for the meantime,
Yet I knew, it's all pretending.
Amazed, how you play the game,
the "know it all" role
in a scripted play of a poker;
How you showed that gentle smile,
your warmth touch yet thorned hands.
Oh my, oh my, you're living the life
that seems so sad!
YOU ARE READING
Her PEN (Personal Expressions of No One Sees)
PoetryOne's experiences and thought can be engrave in words. It sights different emotion, expression and an unexplainable feelings that only word can say. But why we want it this way? We write, because we want to; We express, because we are human bound...
