In shadows cast by false allure,
A revelation unfolds, stark and sure.
A masquerade, a façade unveiled,
The truth emerges, all efforts failed.
Behind the mask of honeyed grace,
Lies a heart tainted, a cold embrace.
Deceitful smiles, a venomous twitch,
Exposed now, a portrait of a perfect snitch.
Words, once sweet, now bitter taste,
A web of lies, carefully placed.
In the mirror of truth, reflections glitch,
Revealing the essence of a counterfeit witch.
No longer fooled by the charade,
The illusion crumbles, memories fade.
Betrayal's sting, a lesson taught,
In the wake of truth, illusions are caught.
...............
"I don't lie to myself anymore.."
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.