Concealed Transgressions
Feelin': Sleepy...Yawn.
Hummin': Circle of Life by Elton John
I have this new poem I'd like to share...
Underneath her facade of serenity
Was a smooth slab of painted mask.
It was a surface of flawless beauty
Where she hid her numerous cracks.
Not a soul suspected of her past;
Years that left her tattered, worn.
In that lifeless, barren cast,
Remained none but teeming scorn.
No one knew what she hid behind
The perfect show of confidence.
Daily, her hundred suitors lined
Hoping to beguile her innocence...
...Complete poem here.
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