I gaze upon your soul,
through tears of misty lace.
Wishing love was there,
just the smallest trace,
Yet all I found were lies,
premeditated speech.
Revealing all the secrets,
as you stand and preach.
Don't you see the cracks?
Do you feel no guilt?
Freezing their emotions,
then leaving them to wilt.
Harbouring their nightmares,
showing no affection.
Tearing them all down,
no offer of protection.
Grave games you play,
with sinister desires.
One day you will burn,
within self made fires.


this is amazing, i love your rhyme it is flawless m'dear didnt freeze or cease to be in any parts and you did very good on the photo, it was slightly cliche but very well penned


















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