Those bad guys, you said
In fairy tales, I've read
Don't ever come upon them
They drape in pitch dark
And they spare no heart
From searing at 2 a.m.
But truth, now be told,
These bad guys uphold
No vileness on the outside
You'd fall all too easy,
Too blinded to see,
The werewolf they try to hide
And now that I have met
That villain, you've said
Sparing no unsullied heart
There is one thing clear,
Now that I'm left here,
You were the bad guy
from the very start.
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
