Overcome with fatigue, but she still opens her eyes,
truth behind them, she obliviously sighs,
and a layer of thick honey, she sees and she takes,
with her naive mind, a new society she makes,
in this very world, she conjures opaque glass,
which she is stuck behind, unable to see past,
but all the beasts that lurk within,
she believes fallacies, because her reality is a sin,
still the beasts preach with preternatural calm,
the naive child's pain at the tip of their palm,
her acquaintances smile, and coat it with sugar,
because beneath their masks lies something vulgar.
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Reminisce
Poesia~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
