Charades © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Lost in thought and quite forlorn,
Life seems desolate and bleak;
Despairing, lost and all alone;
How long to turn the other cheek?

Then, right onto my path she glides,
bedecked with gold fit for a king;
Blushing like the brand new brides,
flashing bright her diamond ring.

How loved she seems and all aglow,
my envious eyes were blind, tear-streaked;
And then she turned her head to show,
teardrop stains upon her cheek.

How we hide behind facades;
Life can be one huge charade.
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