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Crimson Smiles and Disguises
Eyes as green as the forest pine.
Soft lips colored in the hue of wine.
Your words are gentle but your intentions cruel.
Your heart is as pure as a dazzling jewel.
Dark chocolate hair flowing in shimmering waves.
You are alluring and hypnotizing but the consequences are grave.
You are beauty, you are grace.
I weep in the presence of your smiling face.
You are wrong but you are right.
The way your eyes shine bright.
No one can see what hides beneath.
The crimson lies underneath.
All your smiles a disguise.
Used to make them believe your lies.
Every step you take,
I watch as your facade crumbles and shakes.
Every word you say.
Merely exposes more of the truth every day.
You are hurting you are pained.
Your soul is forever stained.
You are naked and exposed.
Though to them you are composed.
Is it worth it, is it right?
To continue this fatal fight,
So please tell me now,
Are you ready to take a bow?
To end this worthless show,
To let this double life go.
Please look me in the eyes,
And let down your disguise.
Now tell me through your exhaust.
What is the real cost?
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I wrote this about one of my friends who was struggling with a alcohol addiction. He would always cover up his addiction and no one at school could tell that he was struggling but I could always tell he was battling addiction. This poem describes how I did my best to help him understand the consequences of it and help him overcome the addiction.