Rose Colored Glasses

Was she always this dull?

Why did I worship her soul?

She drops them without blinking

What the hell was I thinking?


I fancied the way she talked

about poetry and folks

every day felt like dreaming

while all along she was scheming


Looking back with clearer sight

Without the glasses, I see the lies

Of a rehearsed actress playing the same lines

Preying on beings who lack a spine


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