Little Innocent gods miracle.
Devil's poisoned red apple.
Manipulative Wicked schemes.
Who knew they were a work of the Halo's bleams.
Genuine smile turned into a sinister smirk.
The spark in the eyes is now the dark swallowing pitp
The simple words turned into twisted lies.
The angles mirror now reflects a pair of horn.
The devil whispered in the child's ear.
"Don't worry.
Trust me."
White sheet crumbled up and flattened.
But the wrinkles remained
Just like the child's broken trust.
Never the same.
"Don't worry
I will show myself."
The broken mirror showed a million face.
But what he didn't know was that
It was his own face.
He didn't know himself anymore.
His lost eyes saw the devil's shadow in the reflection.
Said sorry would fix everything.
But the child saw through it.
Its only a bandage on the broken mirror.
"Dont worry
Love me."
But now the child knows.
He knew the scared grace
Of the broken heart with a caution tape.
~His innocence was what he was~
But
At the end
The child.
He was no more himself.
His innocence was now just a facade.
You were once that child
But no more
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Broken Reflection : You
PoetryWhere should i go to the left where nothing is right or to the right where nothing is left? If loving someone makes you loathe yourself, is it even love? Who will draw stars around my scars? Who carries the genuine warm smile for all your cold numb...
