She’d Lie For You !

Shed Lie For You ! short poem

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She slept with her demons,
To live those dreams,
They weren’t reality,
Yet, oh! So pretty.

Not pristine,
What a pity,
Those nights of heavy rain,
Might give her also a forever stain.

All the cards on her side,
A phenomenal woman; still she’ll let you win,
Though the aces were on table,
Except the king and his queen, from her fable.

Waiting for the audience to applause,
Of her rhythm in blues,
She stood there; smiling,
Life at her feet; kneeling.

Neither white as snow,
Nor a beauty to be awakened,
Just a poise imperfection,
And a ruffian infatuation.

Apologies she did write,
With the moon and stars,
But, not of the prince charming,
Rather the princess, fascinating.

Magnum opus,
A bliss in dystopian,
And she’d create smiles,
Her victims find freedom in lies.

All the world a stage,
Alone the angel stands,
She’d tame the demon a million times,
The lady will load her bag of smiles.

A ploy of words,
And thee scarlet letter,
She’d lie for you,
Else, who will find thy euphoria, in the deceptive dew!

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