True Colors
THE BLOOD HAS SHED
IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
FEEL THE INTRUDING LEAD
THE DRAINAGE NOT OF MY HANDS
BUT FLOWS DOWN MY BACK
IT WAS ONLY IN THE SANDS
WHERE YOU PLANNED YOUR ATTACK
EXECUTED WITHOUT FLAWS
WITH NO ISSUES AT HAND
YOU DUG DEEP WITH YOUR CLAWS
INTO A FACELESS LAND
YOUR FACE FULL OF LIES
WHEN GREET ME AT THAT PLACE
I SEE THROUGH YOUR DISGUISE
AND REJECT YOUR EMBRACE
THE WOUND YOU TRY TO HEAL
IS NOW A GAPING MAW
YOUR WORDS CAN NEVER CONCEAL
YOUR TRUE COLORS I SAW
Copyright © Mary Jane Randall | Year Posted 2018
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