#trickery - Hello Poetry

Just a girl behind a borrowed glow, Green-lit eyes the world can’t know, A painted smile, a softened face, A quiet war beneath the lace. Just a soul that aches to stay, In someone’s gaze, if just a day, So powder falls like whispered lies, To earn a love that never tries. He looks– and oh, how deep it stings, Not her, but all the altered things, A color worn, a crafted view, A dream he loves that isn’t true. And in that desert, dry and wide, She buries all she is inside, “Too plain, too small, too easily missed,” So she becomes what can’t exist. For you, she’d wear the emerald lie, Though every blink would burn her eyes, For trickery tastes sharp and cold– But losing you? A deeper fold. She wants your gaze, your reckless claim, Even if it burns like flame, To be desired– even thin– To feel enough beneath her skin. “Look at me,” her silence pleads, “Even briefly.... plant your seeds Of want, of want, of fleeting fire– I’ll live on crumbs of your desire.” She builds herself with trembling hands, Breaks old chains, redraws her plans, Yet still those eyes– you loved them so– Can she let the illusion go? Would you hold her, bare and real? Trace each flaw and make it feel Like something sacred, something kissed– Not something hidden, not dismissed? For you, she’d leap without a net, A reckless vow without regret, She’d give the world she slowly grew– Just for the chance of being yours, of being true. But tell me, love– what would you take? Her life? Her dreams? Her every break? Her quiet joys, her rising light– Would you hold them.... or dim them white? Can you bear her depth, her flame? Her storm that never learned to tame? Can you choose her, loud and clear– Not in shadows, not in fear? Say it boldly– say her name, Not hidden in a fleeting game, Not in messages soft and sly– But in a truth that cannot lie. For she would follow– God, she would– Through fire paths and misunderstood, But only if your voice is strong, Only if you choose her long. Ten years, and still the echo stays, A heartbeat lost in younger days, Time has carved, but not erased, The way her soul still runs your trace. You return like tides that ache, A bond too strange for time to break, And every glance, each nearing breath, Feels like a dance with life and death. But she is bound in quiet chains, In loveless nights and muted pains, A shared bed, a hollow role– Two distant lives, one silent soul. He speaks– she fades. He stands– she breaks. He lives in lines she cannot trace. And you– You called him small, unworthy, poor.... Yet still she knocks on your closed door. So let her sleep, let dreams be kind, Where love is loud and not confined, Where green eyes fade, and truth remains– And she is loved without the stains. Just a girl.... still standing there, With borrowed light and tender despair, Trying to be the one you see– While begging.... “Will you ever love me?" ♡ lil-usagi

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Apr 19

Apr 19, 2026 at 3:42 PM UTC

lil-usagi

Emerald Lies

Just a girl behind a borrowed glow, Green-lit eyes the world can’t know, A painted smile, a softened face, A quiet war beneath the lace. Just a soul that aches to stay, In someone’s gaze, if just a day, So powder falls like whispered lies, To earn a love that never tries. He looks– and oh, how deep it stings, Not her, but all the altered things, A color worn, a crafted view, A dream he loves that isn’t true. And in that desert, dry and wide, She buries all she is inside, “Too plain, too small, too easily missed,” So she becomes what can’t exist. For you, she’d wear the emerald lie, Though every blink would burn her eyes, For trickery tastes sharp and cold– But losing you? A deeper fold. She wants your gaze, your reckless claim, Even if it burns like flame, To be desired– even thin– To feel enough beneath her skin. “Look at me,” her silence pleads, “Even briefly.... plant your seeds Of want, of want, of fleeting fire– I’ll live on crumbs of your desire.” She builds herself with trembling hands, Breaks old chains, redraws her plans, Yet still those eyes– you loved them so– Can she let the illusion go? Would you hold her, bare and real? Trace each flaw and make it feel Like something sacred, something kissed– Not something hidden, not dismissed? For you, she’d leap without a net, A reckless vow without regret, She’d give the world she slowly grew– Just for the chance of being yours, of being true. But tell me, love– what would you take? Her life? Her dreams? Her every break? Her quiet joys, her rising light– Would you hold them.... or dim them white? Can you bear her depth, her flame? Her storm that never learned to tame? Can you choose her, loud and clear– Not in shadows, not in fear? Say it boldly– say her name, Not hidden in a fleeting game, Not in messages soft and sly– But in a truth that cannot lie. For she would follow– God, she would– Through fire paths and misunderstood, But only if your voice is strong, Only if you choose her long. Ten years, and still the echo stays, A heartbeat lost in younger days, Time has carved, but not erased, The way her soul still runs your trace. You return like tides that ache, A bond too strange for time to break, And every glance, each nearing breath, Feels like a dance with life and death. But she is bound in quiet chains, In loveless nights and muted pains, A shared bed, a hollow role– Two distant lives, one silent soul. He speaks– she fades. He stands– she breaks. He lives in lines she cannot trace. And you– You called him small, unworthy, poor.... Yet still she knocks on your closed door. So let her sleep, let dreams be kind, Where love is loud and not confined, Where green eyes fade, and truth remains– And she is loved without the stains. Just a girl.... still standing there, With borrowed light and tender despair, Trying to be the one you see– While begging.... “Will you ever love me?" ♡ lil-usagi