One Small Mistake

I was listening to One Republic just now, trying to find songs that actually move me. That I can play and have it connect with me, that means something to me. These days all I seem to do is listen and it becomes a blurry, delightful and enjoyable of course, but blurry mess of sounds that appeal.

Illusions and trickery,

Like the veil she uses to hide her heart.

Smoke bombs to abet her crimes,

Golden cages to dazzle the eyes,

From her wiles to her smiles

Her hidden movements under the table

Her raven locks that enchant with drafts of coconut

The flashing eyes that claim your soul

Oh, how she charms!

But a slip in the action!

A card fallen from the sleeve

The slightest bit of mold festers on her once indefectible wall

The slightest bit but when times chips in,

Becomes a raging fire of green.

Her vices spill like a jug to the floor

Everybody is watching her sleep,

Watching her breathe and eat.

And they finally see the truth

See her for what she is without the indigo cotton and rose perfume

See her for what she really is.

A girl who would kill herself to be perfect

A lie that plays on the desires of others

She is simply…

You.