[untitled]A Poem by Cierra Bailey
You play the troubled boy so well
But we can all see through our blindfolds
That mask does you no good
And our eyes work just fine
We know what you are
And the intentions you have
And that image you portray
Will not last forever
Just give it up
Because your secret is no longer safe
You've been found out.
© 2008 Cierra Bailey
Added on November 26, 2008
AboutI enjoy the simple things in life: The Piano. Writing and recording my own music. Chocolate milk. Winter. Christmas time. Fires and snuggling. The smell of a fresh fall morning. Kitty cat's on bikes. .. more..
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