Trace From Me To Them

I was so sure when I came by, That you Not only couldn’t tell a lie Moreover, You wouldn’t even try. Too wrapped in your deep eyes To see, How cunning your disguise Was shown: An angel face of demon size. They all looked pleased to me, But were Masks that I couldn’t see. They had Their fangs hidden under glee. They were approachable and sincere. All seemed Expecting my next word of cheer. So sad That they were full of fear. I came with new and light And they Came with sneers and spite. You sat Just being beautiful and bright. You were my only to be bare. We took The smiles out of their lair. You were My perfect gift, so fair. As soon as I told you aloud, The masks All fell and I felt cold. The sounds Were mine to count. You and I apart in dark And soon, Not one could be a mark Of light. You were becoming art.