Your heart filled with anger
Your eyes, furious tears
I am your "gift sent from above"
the one you promised always to love
Yet, gifts loose their value over time
And with perfection, comes an experation date
Happiness is but a few moments to late
Not as close as we once were
And life stops for no one
Perfection's experation date remains the same
She is to "God" just another silly game
Devils bruise this fragile heart of mine
And with each scream growing louder, time draws a thicker line
A line between love
A line between hate
Is there no one to whom I can relate?
hiding behind her veil of happiness is a mask of sorrow and grief
Her holy bible ,which she holds so dear, has brought her no relief
Only tucks away the pain to be remembered at a later time
Thus, to show the face behind the mask would be the perfect crime...
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