"Pictures are deceptive," the connoisseur said,
This vacillating fact in dark had me lead.
The outer say is deceptive in real,
Hence, the world seems so cruel.
Most sapiens are not what they look like
Honesty and love are concepts gone on hike.
One can never know what is there in other's heart,
Accept it, you're ginger albeit being a spart(warrior)!
They put on the red cloth of love,
Fly around you pure like a dove,
They wear the face that gives you hope,
When self-sufficient, push you down the *****.
Naturally, it is heart shattering, skin pinching,
The shudder of betrayal leaves you wincing.
They walked away when you were in need,
You are not the same, be intrepid to pay no heed.
The same red cloth now brings you agony,
However the extinct dove makes the epiphany-
You're different, you're given the chance,
To not be broken and take up carte blanche.
