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Is honesty so outdated?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

***All views are my own*** I write commentary on current world events as well as short stories and book reviews. My first book, Where the River Flows - Memories of the Shadow Age, can be found on Amazon (free with Kindle Unlimited). I attended Arizona State University studying neurochemistry. I've worked professionally as a ghostwriter and managed analytical laboratories in supplements and pharmaceuticals, as well as operated as a consultant and technical writer for academics and companies in the science and engineering fields for over ten years. I've been writing creatively all my life. I hope you enjoy the content -- I want my readers to feel empowered to comment and critique as they feel compelled.

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