I think I’d rather leave now with the memory of who I thought you really were
Than confront you tomorrow to find out whom you really are.
I’d rather remember the beautiful person whom I believed I’d befriended
Than the daemon who hid behind the deceptive work of art.
Because frankly, my Dear, that’s all you are.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing, a plane amongst stars,
A fool amongst wise men, a right royal arse.
comments and critisism very very welcome!
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Wow good write
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awh thanks!
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