Blue eyes so deep and so cold
looking like a glacial lake
telling me they never give
more than you can ever take.
Blond hair so golden and so bright
equated with the equatorial sun
speaking to me of how you turn
away from what you’ve always done.
Red lips so thin and so very dry
an elastic stretched much too far
showing me when I’m up too close
just who and what you really are.
You wear this mask of your own
yet you dare to call it a face.
Then smiling I see the real you
but it’s gone without a trace.
Is it so very easy to deceive and
to be steeped in such subterfuge?
Can a liar take shelter from the storm
to find a place of relief and refuge?
For whom do you churn out these lies?
You must know it was not done for me.
Your lies convince you and you alone.
I have vision whereas you merely see.
You find it comforting to fool yourself
so that you can walk on the wild side.
You have your mask and stories in place;
where you walk is where you also lied.