i stare at you
from across the room
my blood boiling
at your rotten costume
a honey soaked smile
leaves the crowd mesmerized
falling victim to your vile-
celestial-like disguise
outside is a coating of allure
sun-kissed skin, emerald eyes
angelic glow, so rich, so pure
a descendant from paradise
peel the skin and peek inside
my oh my, what a surprise !
look closer and come to realize
my oh my, was it all a lie ?
inside is an exquisite monstrosity,
venom for blood and onyx for eyes,
ill intentions, a burning ferocity,
a crooked grin behind the same smile
and finally one fateful day,
i pierce through your rotten costume
leaving you in the gripping jaws
of eternal impending doom
i expose your inky flesh to the sun,
and keep your costume safe with me
the truth shall be known by everyone,
and soon the world will come to see
you were not the angel you seemed to be,
but don't worry, now they'll have a new angel
as i zip up your costume on me,
i taste the addictive zest of betrayal
so this is how it feels like
to be on the other side !
the effortless attention, the ethereal charm,
a new era of me has arrived
my beckoning emerald orbs
sends people to a state of hypnosis,
and my infectious hearty smile
sparks a fire in them, sweetly corrosive
but among the several entranced faces,
stood a fuming figure across the room
their eyes staring, blood boiling...
can they see through my costume ?
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the rose comes with thorns
Poetrywhat drew your attention to this book? was it the delicate red rose on the cover? ... or was it its thorns? yes, the rose is daintily alluring, but you will only notice the thorns once you take a closer look. i like to imagine my poetry as this thor...
