Pretenses
i thought i knew you,
i thought i felt you,
but you showed your true color,
your ugly side.
now i saw the real you
now i felt the real you
i must say
its not nice to meet you
you left me cascaded
in pain,
in despair,
in a cacoon of confusion,
in desperation.
is the good in you still there?
or is it long gone?
can it still come back to me?
or is it too late?
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