She have a beautiful face,
Have a wonderful smile,
But devious inside
And an act of facade.
Everyone's been envious,
Didn't know the real intentions.
Making anyone believe,
That she's a victim of judgements.
Never in her life,
She was full of lights.
Everything for her,
Is full of darkness.
Darkness.
Darkness that consume herself.
Darkness is everything she see.
No light and hope,
Agony and suffering it is.
Truth makes her sad.
White lies makes her mad.
Manipulating has never been hard.
And lying is her nature in life.
Never trust a gesture,
Never fall for hidden pleasure.
Never make a move,
Unless it's for you.
Words are easy to rely.
Truth had never been told.
Those mesmerizing gaze,
But never been in a maze.
Gawking with her stories,
Questioning where it lies.
Laughing with meant jokes.
And deceiving an innocent.
Where is the truth?
What is a lie?
Could it be possible to choose?
Can you be true to your words?
Or you're still the same girl?
That lie just to get what you want?
C.B. | courageousbeast
