I've heard the lie, the greatest told,
Of love that's pure, a heart of gold.
To be seen for who I truly am,
What a disgraceful, fragile sham.
Hope blooms like flowers in the dark,
Yet fades away, a fleeting spark.
I stumble blind, in shadows cast,
Searching for someone to see me at last.
They think they know me, but it's a guise,
A fantasy spun from their own skies.
How painful the truth, I'll never be seen,
Just a specter in dreams, a whisper between.
Oh, to be met with raw, honest eyes,
Even if scorned, at least I'd arise.
But they never will, so I close my eyes tight,
And pretend in the silence, I'm lost in the night.
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Book of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems invites you to explore the intimate corners of emotion, the quiet whispers of the soul, and the vibrant hues of imagination. Each poem is a reflection of life's myriad experiences, capturing moments of joy, sorrow, love, and...
