An angle of satire, but a face merely pure,
A frame over visage, evil can lure,
A pin to a wall, a wall made of heart,
It's amusing how assumptions can tear it apart.
A smile so sublime, but a face of demise,
the frame so susceptible, it breaks in a trice,
for ingenuous people, to aesthetically please,
puts one's misery and life at ease.
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Reminisce
Poetry~ 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...
