Your rosy lips
The devious smiles
That handsome face
Your deluding lies
I was only a trophy
On a case already full
I thought I was a diamond
To be reminded
I was made of carbon
I just gained a mirage
On my quest to the desert
Another hope burnt
To get the lesson learned
I don't know if it was worth
The respect I lost
But now
They make fun of
My haunted eyes
They seem scared
Terrified even
Of my smiles
But even you hated
Those didn't you
So why would
You steal them from
Me
After you left
I have become
(me)
An object of ridicule
The whispers
Slowly
Clawing away
All that's left
Of my sanity
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoesieA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
