The beauty of the house covers
The dirt of the corners within
Secrets over secrets
Pain over pain
Smiles that was faked
To decieve every author
Stories that needs to cover
Gossips that whould be whispered
Mind like an open book
Every scene was recorded
Every word was scripted
Visible in every look
Innocently pure outside
Devious inside
Never been touched
By the angels hands
Never been black or white
Socialite, as she is
Smiles and laughs
Comes naturally
Without hesitations
Never wanted to have a guardian
Never wished to be one
But how can she provoke?
The innocence of the look?
Cold as ice
She turned herself
No one dares
To come to death
Every look
Was like a threat
Every smile
Seems so innocent
©batabatuta
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