The shyest prize
who sings, but lies,
climatically waves
as she bats her eyes.
With her head held high
the sun can shine,
yet within her dismissal
she'll finally hide.
On display, in such-
a courageous way.
She pretends to be
the smile she fakes.
Inadequate- she'll say.
Trembling with fear
you cannot read
on her face.
The shyest prize,
she sings, yet lies,
falsifies the fear,
and pain in her eyes.
Serene- complete.
She only ventures- to be.
Plays this role
nobody can see.
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 6:22 PM UTC
The shyest prize
who sings, but lies,
climatically waves
as she bats her eyes.
With her head held high
the sun can shine,
yet within her dismissal
she'll finally hide.
On display, in such-
a courageous way.
She pretends to be
the smile she fakes.
Inadequate- she'll say.
Trembling with fear
you cannot read
on her face.
The shyest prize,
she sings, yet lies,
falsifies the fear,
and pain in her eyes.
Serene- complete.
She only ventures- to be.
Plays this role
nobody can see.
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