Alls Fair
I can see you there, your eyes may shine laughter but I see through,
Your holding up that champagne glass and nodding with enchanted excitement,
But I see through,
Does she see you from across the room,
Or does she see the shell of a hollow man,
A man wading through a life of vanity and greed,
A life of envy and unobtainable endeavours,
Do she see you as I do?
I sit be your side as they all clap like monkeys to a type writer,
You throw your head back and flare your arm enraging profanity and pride,
Even they don't see you as I do,
She still sits, that scarlet devil with eyes burning like abandoned embers,
The churning jealousy she holds of me by your side almost echoes around the room,
As I sit with my smile resting in place staring back as if to whisper
" he's mine"
The charade has ended and I stand to my feet,
He steadies me with the strength of a thousand steaming trains,
and I feel that burning in my throat as if it was the first day we met,
He leans to my ear for reassurance of his accomplishment,
And as I nod his smile beams like that of a thousand suns,
His eye meet hers and I turn with burning hate and envious fury,
She may be his wife but oh,
She doesn't see him as I do.
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