Her Poetic Journey

She

Depart from your lips and take shape before my eyes
A silhouette cloaked in an apparel of lies
She beckons me in skilful gesture
How foolish was I to think that the details don't matter
So in her wake, I blindly follow
Not noticing that her insides are hollow

With every step-I gravitate
Towards this deceitful universe-I levitate
A beauty wrapped in garments of white
She leads me toward what seem to be the light
And in this foreign land I roam
Embracing the thought that this could be home
But painted hues and painted smiles can only last for a while

Dancing through the misty night
Just her and I; no one in sight
She holds me close in dooms embrace
With tears streaming down her face
She whispers- "I'm sorry"
For what?
I do not know
She leads me to the edge and then let's go

Anna Abigail
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