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.
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