False Portrait
For how long should you possess her,
mould her into something she's not?
can't you see she can't be the god almighty
you want to create from her?
she can't live up to it anymore,
playing the perfect part to impress you
feeding your ego!
for how long should she nourish her body to
the extent of your imaginative extended dreams"?
like she was a barbie made of plastic ready to please you!
being the contentment of your "erotic surge,erotic desire"!
for how long should she not bear her children
her own flesh and blood,
just to remain your perfect bimbo?
faithful to your unlimited expectations!
can't you see your selfishness is killing her?
sending her away to the unknown
without any sense of regret in her heart
that may darken her soul!
why can't you love her,without transforming her
in that and that and more?
She's dying like a white autumn flower,
everything radiant and glowing
within her is fading away!
for how long this false portrait?
this fake pretence to please you?
you are destroying her
but she don't have a choice!
you made her a queen,
but you manipulate her like a king,
not leaving her any space to live her dream!
she just wanna RUN AWAY to her gutter,
be sweet cindirella once again!
your jealousy,your power!your eyes like a hawk on her
,following her every step,
chaining her freedom with padlocks without keys,
stealing her soul,like a pirate at rough seas.
you're makin her sail away,leavin the shore,
to find new lands,safer lands!
for how long should she wear masks of smiles
when deep in her heart there's only cries?
once so much in love with you,
now resentment is the only shadow
you can find in the lifeless brown eyes,
fed up of being the girl in high heels,slinky skirts,
perfect portrait-false portrait!
she just wanna be herself once again,
dressed up in her blue jeans,
running on white sands,
feeling its warmth under her silky feet,
feeling the wind breeze caressing her face,
the waves hugging her,
waterdrops fresh on her smooth skin,
whilst she plays with dolphins in vast seas,
corals,shells and smiling trees.
why can't you love her for who she is?
her laugh now fading,her heart now dying,
she sees you approaching her once again,
waiting for demands,there she is again
in-False Portrait--once more........
charma
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