When My Pen Touches The Paper
Under The Mask
A pure smile
An innocent face
Refined thoughts
And purified emotions
For a moment I thought you were an angel
A rare creature hard to find
No one reached perfection before
But to you there was a thin line to reach it
At least I thought so,
Because under your angelic smile,
And innocent face
Laid a demon
A black soul
Dark thoughts and insincere feelings dominating you
You delude every person around you including yourself
Your hypocrisy will be revealed someday
And your face under the mask will be unveiled
The End
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When My Pen Touches The Paper, which
was posted on Sep 2, 2009 by
Ghina.
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