The Secret Behind My Mask
There's a secret hidden behind the mask I wear
and if you dare to peer into the depth of my eyes
you will discover my soul has been laid bare
My flaws empower me, despite the guiled disguise
I appear to be a peach dangling from a tree
ripe for picking according to my blushed skin
but I am rotten to the core, and you cannot see
my blemished soul; the lies and faults within
I am the most tempting bouquet of the finest wine
Sniff and swirl before tasting me with your lips
If you over indulge from the harvest of my vine
I could destroy your life by causing an apocalypse
I'll enter your heart offering the petals of a rose
I can be beauty to behold, but beware of my thorns
They can draw blood. It's a danger I often pose
My mask conceals my identity by covering my horns
Strand's New Poetry 14 Contest
Sponsor...Brian Strand
July 28, 2020
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2020
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