You speak,
With the spotlight in your eyes,
All you can see are falsities.
The words you cast,
Are dusting those empty hearts,
With faux love.
We must laugh,
And smile,
Pretending not to feel,
The empty ditch of jealousy.
Burning through like the paper,
Wrote on with your unfulfilled words.
Attracting the bees with something better than honey,
Lure them in with the promise of streets lined with gold,
Take what you have for granted.
The adoration of everyone’s heart,
Can just be another page in your book of success.
Words are as quick,
As the assumptions your eyes make,
Everyone is tied around your finger,
A fragment of a string,
To remind you, that life is your stage.
It’s just your words,
Strung together as parts of a story.
Its all yours,
Every last piece, to cherish and hold,
Or
To forget and destroy.
