Face Paint (282)

Hair as brilliant as gold
Eyes the colour of forget-me-nots
Mischeivous little grin
I loved you lots and lots.

Nice way of talking
Oh how no one did see
Past your mask of innocence
To the way you treated me.

All thought you were an angel
Or a hero or a saint
But that smile on your lips
Was just face paint.

Your soul was as dark
As your hair was gold
Your grin was as evil
As the story that it told.

Do I think of you as a hero
I doubt it, oh hardly
You lied and lied and lied
Your story was told partly.

Get rid of your evilness
This is reality
Like the truth that
You have lost your sanity.

This is the real
This is the true life
You knew how I felt
Yet you doomed me to the knife.

I can see your true form
You are not a saint
I can see past the smile
The hair and face paint.

~Dedicated to: Pullman, you dont like me n i dont like you... youve made an enemy for life~

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