False Portrait

For how long should you possess her Mold her in someone she's not For how long should this stage act last Can't you see she can't be the "god almighty"you want to create from her She's only human,nice in her own imperfect way She can't live up to it anymore, playing the perfect part to impress you! How long can she nourish her body to the extent of your imaginative extended dreams? like she was a barbie made of plastic ready to please you! being the contentment of your erotic urge desire. For how long should she not bear her children, her own flesh and blood just to remain your perfect bimbo to remain faithful to your expectations Can't you see your selfishness is killing her you're sending her away to the Unknown without no sense of regret in her heart that may darken her soul Why can't you love this creature,without transforming her in This and that and they and More! She's slowly dying like a a wild autumn flower everything radiant and glowing within her is fading away. For how long this false portrait,this fake pretence just to please one man,her man You are destroying her! but she doesn't have a choice nor does she has a voice! You made of her a queen so you manipulate her like a king, NOT LEAVING HER SPACE TO LIVE HER DREAM She just wanna run away to her gutter ,be sweet cindirella once again. Your jealousy,your power Your eyes like a hawk on her following every step she makes Stealing ,devouring her freedom like a pirate at rough seas You're making her run away leaving the shore to find new lands, Better lands, Secret lands For how long should she wear the mask of smiles when deep in her heart you find only cries Once so much in love with you ,now resentment can be seen in her once glittering,now lifeless brown eyes. She begs you one last time to love her for who she is Fed up of being the girl in high heels slinky skirts,perfect portrait-false portrait just wanna be herself,dressed up in her blue jeans running on white sands feeln its warmth under her soft feet feeling the wind breeze caressing her face the waves hugging her waterdrops so fresh on her tender smooth skin while she plays with dolphins in vast seas. why can't you love her for who she is Her heart now dying!her laugh now fading she sees you approaching her, waiting once again for demands there she goes in FALSE PORTRAIT,once again. -----------------------------------------------------------charma