A smile so bright, a charming guise
You weave your tales with artful grace.
Your words like silk, a sweet disguise
Yet truth is lost beneath your face.
With every lie, you steal the trust
And break the hearts that once were true.
In your facade, no soul to trust
Just empty space where dreams were new.
YOU ARE READING
Morally Grey
PoetryThere has been a lot of words left unspoken in the past year. This year I'm hoping to get it all out in one book.
