True Self
November 28, 2015
Her smile derived from a discrete task.
Adding a twinkle in watery eyes.
She forgot- put on the troubled kid mask.
Innocence, a second skin for the lies.
Don’t peer beneath the windows of her soul.
You’ll find the cold unbearable to hold.
Though I try I can’t seem to take the toll.
She has no remorse. I try to stay bold.
Life knows she’s a danger, yet helps her through.
When I look at her the fear’s in my veins.
I know her perspective, what she would do.
She hates the world, she says it’s all in vain.
Though I resist in time we will unite.
Two souls, two minds, one body. I can’t fight.
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