Pretty Boys
I'm in love with their smoke and mirrors.
Their pretty smiles
And pretty eyes
Resulting in their intricate lies
I say I want a nice guy.
No, I'm too deceived by
Pretty fabrications
My imaginations.
I'll enjoy the show
And pay the price,
All for my addiction
To their smoke and mirrors.
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Smoke & Mirrors
PoetryMy life is full of smoke and mirrors. I say one thing, but think another. This poetry book is a backstage pass to my life.
