Rich and beautiful
Their defining masks fade
And melt and diverge to a puddle
Of former eloquence
Their previous features, so compelling at first
Lie lost and ripped away;
A natural state
One might say,
God pounded the mold into beauty to hide
Their shortcomings, too deep to restore at the heart
And the murky moments swirl there, thriving on the stone floor
I glance, and I try to observe my reflection
It’s there…it's all torn apart
A face they say haunts them, burned into their eyes
In truth, they are muddled; confused and untruthful
They swore love, and to love they so pledge
And in truth, every one of them
Lies
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