Clothed in robes is a beautiful lad
who walked with pride and heart in hand.
His being holds a bedazzling charm
and a smile that's bound to make anyone warm.
But do not be ignorant.
Such man is nonexistent.
You had mistaken his ample pride
for dense walls he can't seem to hide.
Behind the smiles is a shattered entity,
disarray is what the robes seem to bury.
The lump of a mess you call a heart is an illusion.
He had simply painted over all its lacerations.
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Fragments - daily dose of poetry and prose
PoëzieYour daily dose of poetry and prose! (and maybe a glimpse to what's happening in my life.) It's basically a collection of my writings. May they give you a sense of comfort that you are not alone in the battle you are constantly fighting. Here's to...
