her smile is (saccharine) sweet and flowering like a blossoming rose, petals unfurling in the honey-gold sunlight----lollipop-scarlet and vanilla-creme-white and butterscotch-saffron----
oh, but so false
paper-thin and see-through were it to be examined in further detail
cheap fabric and shoddy glue, mimicking---a laughable mockery of its authentic counterpart
and you can see the cracks spreading through her crumbling (brittle) composure
what hides the pain (sorrow) beneath in a deceptive shroud of fabric petals
(don't we all wear masks to please others, to fit like an interlocking puzzle piece of society?)
only a sharp eye can perceive the thorns, lying in wait, hiding below, waiting to strike---
after all, don't all roses have thorns?
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a litany of ruminations
Poetry{poetry collection} s c a t t e r e d dreams and drifting thoughts, oh, not everything is what it seems... (not necessarily from my own thoughts)
