Counterfeit Rimas Dissolutas
The true color of red flags is rust,
where they utter love it lies beneath;
Faded, repainted, and insincere
still there hoping you fail to see it;
Left in disgust over lack of trust
false words atrophy with broken teeth;
Vet those you allow into your sphere
aim the first punch for the hardest hit;
Accept what you know when it is clear,
fool’s gold will always be counterfeit.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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