A cub on the path to heaven
Little did it know it was hell all along
So tenderly handled
So royally cared for
Loved by all the masked faces
The illusion played itself
You played your cards well
Thinking it was time
Time for you to twirl me around
Guess your trick worked
So well it left marks
Oh, dear human
Oh so dearly wicked magician
Magicking your way into my heart
Leaving scars on your marks
All the plays came to an end
When the cub was left to you
As you begin your tricksy training
Treated the cub like an animal
Not a royal no more
Mauled the heart that made it a cub
Gave you a lion to raise
But you raised an hare
That's all you knew to do
Without the interior the exterior is a facade
Marks will never make it a lion
But your marks have reside in deep
Invisible to the eye
Spanning to the edges
All the tricks you taught
All the realities you hid
Couldn't last long
Truth has a way of shining out
With you left your tricks
With one snap the illusion faded
Left me apart in a haunt home
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PoetryA collection of my poetries. Some of these would be romantic, others would be about friendship, trauma, childhood trauma, mental illness and more. A lot of the ones I'm gonna post here are already posted on my social media. Follow me on there to re...
