When My Pen Touches The Paper

A group of my poems written here

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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