Through rose tinted glasses the view
To your heart and deeper
Little did I know it bore no skin nor soul
Just make my heart grow feebler
Blinded by the image in my eyes
A view so pretty though made up
Romance circling and tweeting all day
Clouds of ignorance; the perfect cover up
Birds, bows and arrows
All in the upper strata
One hit to the ground by your sound
And that’s all a bbye and tata
All the promises rethought
Then all the words readdressed in time
Questioning one’s intellect
Suggesting things said were a crime.
Then the image reappears
With all its beauty and poise
A soul corrupted with time
A song scrambled in the noise.
Looking through the glass again
A man stripped of the color and shine
A loveless soul and heartless body
All things that will never be mine!
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