People are so fake
They make you think they're sweet as cake
But it's only a mask
Like you're a task
They play you like a fiddle
You don't solve the hard riddle
You're played until you break
You forever have an ache
Some never to be fixed again
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Tide (Poems)
PoetryTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
