deceiving
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My heart,
Built like a gameboard-
Open to all
Multiple pieces, multiple players
A roll of the dice,
A deck of cards.
You serve a strong poker face.
Unpredictable moves,
Aren't best friends supposed to be with you till the end?
I thought that to myself as I watched them turn their back.
Deceiving is what it's called. Maturity is what they lack.
I gave so many, so many chances
Yet,
All alone in this crowded room.My eyes meet one…another.They do not see me for what I am.They see the smile on my face;
The face you see is not the face you recieve
But it seems, oh woe, no one doth care.
Ones heart would be a sticky sieve,
Yet others are unaware.
The curtain drapes heavy over our masked production,
When the Earth was created and the humans were made. God created a thing called feelings. And as in every fairytale there's always an enemy . This enemy is called hurt He goes around prancing up and down killing joy as it was a passion of fate.
Talking to me now you'd never know
The sound in my voice
The look in my eyes
It's all a little deceiving
You'd never be able to tell what happened that nigh four years ago
Life is never what it seems,
It only gives you a glimpse at the most wonderful things.
It shows you what it could be,
It gives life to all of your wildest dreams.
