Glistening through the allure of what the purest hearts were drawn to,
I enclothed my being in the nicely-wrapped gift box, one that hid pain under its sinew
Oh, to be loved in the light that never left me astrayed
I yearned to embrace a glance of amour that never left its lover betrayed...

Alas, betrayal in its prime creeped in silent footsteps, the one who had reckoned on the notorious ruse
Stargazing at the hues of fleeting dreams, I confounded in the illusions of being his muse
Too boring to be his ride or die, too deep to be his lover’s dream
I tried to embrace the shallowness of breaths, one that hides their truth under surface-level gleams...

Smiling through the photos, screaming into the pillows of doom
I found myself staring at the loneliness of my soul in my confined room
For the treacherous vows of his selfishness were guised as devotion true
But at the felony of his atrocious sacrilege, the truth gleamed through
For love never forces you to become a chameleon and change who you are
True love kisses you through the morning messiness and embraces every scar...

May you never be blinded by the forgery of an allure that draws your sight but kills your heart
And if love ever finds you, may it find you in the truest mirth of your radiance that sets you apart
A love that heals
A love that turns up the zeal
A love that speaks devotion true
Meets you when you love every scar hidden under your skin...

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