Mona Lisa

Radiant beauty under a weak facade
Aloof and even arrogant
Are you hiding well enough my dear?
Because I see through your lonely stare

Who does that make me?
And what am I to you?

I can hear you calling me
I don’t want to believe it either
But why do we always play this way?
Is honesty so outdated?

No one else can hear you cry
As they can’t read between the lines
But I see through the flowing tears
To the deepest scars and greatest fears

Who does that make me?
And what am I to you?

Published by dbmoore0727

If I explain it, what good does it do?

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