Each night as the sun sets far beyond the horizens. Each night as the body rests from a long day of laughter and fun. Each thought that races and fills the soul... Brings to light the truth of that very soul. For each new day with the rising of the sun, a new face is dawned and new life begun. Dress it all up to perform for the show, silver and silks to make it all so. An extra sweet smile and a half of lifetime gets wasted. Wasted in false words... Yet at the end of each night, the tears are still hers. That hollow empty beat of her heart. Just can't be filled with the days of laughter.
For in the mirror, in the bed, in the echo of the walls..
She will forever be...
The fraud.
@s.irfanaleem 12.16.14
