Smile

The title isn't referring to a happy smile. Well.. perhaps it is.

Twist your finger in my wound
Send forth blazes from your eyes
Unleash your rage, broken character
For up my sleeve is one more surprise

I've deceived you one last time
Unaware of my hidden guile
You breakdown and start to cry
As I've released a wicked smile

You thought you had me trapped
That I was at my end
But you forgot just who I am
I have the power to fake a friend

Reviews

[Wunderlich]

I agree with Ian completely. I think it's safe to say that you own at imagery.

[Ian]

Oh OUCH! That first stanza is killer, especially the first line. You certainly have a way with imagery in all of your poetry.