my dearest....
with pain filled eyes
I’ve come to see-
what’s beyond the illusions
that have swallowed me....
no more to seek
the painted smiles..
the facades of those
who’ve known no trials-
within the dark
and rancid dream
do I now realize
what I’ve come to be.
filled with hurt
pain and grief
for what the illusions
had once promised me.
for with such soured sweetness
they mask- and hide..
that which it is..
my heart hoped to find.
~C~
(this one was inspired by something another dear friend wrote. After reading theirs.. I just wrote down what came to mind.
Thanks for stoppin by.)
