Prosperous Poetry

he

he blindfolds the truth
With every breathe he takes

he covers up your worth
Reveals all of your mistakes

he pins you to the wall
With regrets you hold onto

he glosses your memory
Reveals the many lies he once told you

he blows concerns towards you
As if he were a dandelion

he prowls and roams around
For he is only a roaring lion

meow