FACEbook
Life’s bitter betrayal collects on the lightest sound of personal fear and I am petrified of loosing the things I hold dear.
I hide my best FACE for a sight that will soon become clear,
and mutter this phrase, year, after year, after year.
Tactful foundations smiles at the very sight of my eyes and through vigorous complication, I laugh at its inevitable demise,
I sprinkle freedom on the love that keeps me mesmerized, viewing life from the vast outside.
Colored friction REVEALS different shades of inspiration
as I speak aloud with a tight mouth, I used to spas out at the slightest act of appreciation towards my own happiness being my fault.
Serenity lay beside the motionless walk-with-talks I used to spread about, and without knowing my efforts had traveled wordlessly mouth to mouth I now giggle on what this FACEbook talks about.
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