100: The Artist

little boys don't cry a lot anymore, Little girls don't laugh a loud for sure.
tell life to be kind to my soul, Convince the sun to keep me warm.
Bored of surviving just the same, Tired of giving up every day.

The secrets are hidden in plain sight.
A game of wits, a game of lies,
A game of tricks to mesmerize.

Once upon a time there will be;
A curious plant that longed to explore.
Found itself with a thorn in its core.
A constellation down on its knees,
With broken trust and lost schemes.

Deceitful artist, I watch your lies unfold.
Blinded by your charm, my heart was sold.
Your words were whispers, designed to deceive,
My faith in you, I had to retrieve.

I painted for you a picture of love and lies.
A canvas of deceit in my eyes.
My heart is filled with guilt and shame.
As I watched you suffer in my name.