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A poem I wrote a while back. It needs a little bit of work though.
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Fayre
Isn't she beautiful?
Her deceiving honey brown eyes
and her devious yet seductive smile
that even weakens mans knees.
So poised and glamorous
She gets what she wants
But why isnt she satisfied?
Is it her scornful tears;
or is it the symphony of lies playing from her tongue?
She lost faith in everyone and in what she believed in.
She lost hope in the world and what she can gain from it.
Her uncontrollable and lustful desires blind her of what she really is.
I promise you she isnt real,
But why do I still love her?
Shes so gorgeous and it breaks my heart
to know that this is an illusion;
an illusion from what once was real to me.