Hath never a query been breathed to you in jest?
Put forth to make you ponder what lies beneath
the askers unrest?
Deceit doth your eyes portray through
the bewildered mask you display
Such subterfuge hides not the pulse
exposing shameful beatings
whilst thine own heart, in return, you betray
The worth you imagine when reflecting who you are
Mirror image of dirt maybe less
Crippling your loves capacity
and your fragile esteem to abscess.
Dearest to you are the insults and curses
one gave you with harm as the only intent.
With reverence you hold that stigma
and affront any complement with contempt.
Jan 16, 2011
Jan 16, 2011 at 12:43 AM UTC
Hath never a query been breathed to you in jest?
Put forth to make you ponder what lies beneath
the askers unrest?
Deceit doth your eyes portray through
the bewildered mask you display
Such subterfuge hides not the pulse
exposing shameful beatings
whilst thine own heart, in return, you betray
The worth you imagine when reflecting who you are
Mirror image of dirt maybe less
Crippling your loves capacity
and your fragile esteem to abscess.
Dearest to you are the insults and curses
one gave you with harm as the only intent.
With reverence you hold that stigma
and affront any complement with contempt.
*Copyright John D. Christmas @2011
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