My Version: A Book of Poetry

Artificial Love

Her golden blonde hair - long and loose,

Her ice blue eyes,

Her lips stained red,

Her smile is perfection,

Her skin is flawless,

Her movements are mesmerizing,

Her voice is hypnotic,

Her entire being is a sight to see.

She is rich,

Her family has power,

Truly - She must have everything...

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Men lust for her,

Women scorn her,

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Yet is it truly she?

Or is this a Mask only I can see?

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What do you see?

A women with riches and beauty?

Of course that's how it looks at first glance,

Because that is what she want's you to see.

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Its not like she'll tell you what's wrong,

Its not like she'll cry and scream out,

She has her pride,

Also an image to uphold - the one society has played,

The thing that holds her down,

Forcing her to Act.

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She is a prisoner,

A bird in a cage,

There is no Freedom...

Nor hope of escape...

She is trapped on the inside,

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They have bound her,

They have silenced her cries,

They have painted a smile on her frown,

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They gave her a mask and tied her with strings,

She is now their puppet,

One who has no say,

They crushed her spirit,

They consumed her soul,

They took her will and shaped it into their own.

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So those eyes you see,

They shield the tears...

That smile that seemed so inviting,

Hides away her pain and suffering.

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You took a glance and thought it was all there was,

You didn't bother to dig deeper,

You didn't bother to see...

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That beautiful girl,

The porcelain doll,

The lifeless shell,

The motionless puppet.

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Is there no one who can see?

Is there no one who can understand?

Is there no hope for this poor soul?

Is there no time left to save her?

Is it too late to make a move?

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These things I wonder...

After all is said and done...

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If you had seen this sooner,

Would you of been the one...

That had Saved Her?

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Created on December 19, 2012