Day: January 17, 2014

Counterfeit

A warm greeting,
An embrace.
A genuine smile
Upon your face

Hidden motives
Behind your eyes,
A cordial front
To mask the lies.

Quietly judging
Behind your grin.
You draw your knife
And plunge it in.

Betrayed no more,
This myth shall end.
You, my darling,
Are not my friend.

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