Descended down the stairs,
Flashing a meretricious smile.
Nothing about her was real,
Not her personality, not her style.
Though it wasn't her,
She laughed and she joked.
I was the only one who could see though her,
I was humiliated and provoked.
As beautiful as water,
As cold as ice.
And I was the only one,
who could see through her lies.
No one could break her,
She was worshipped, she was crowned.
I messed up. I slipped. And
I
Fell
Down.
I was ice too. But I cracked. I shattered. I broke.
Her initial warmth melted me,
and my secrets spilt out.
Only to be humiliated and flow down to nothing......
~!~Ana
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A Poem Is Worth A Story
PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
