Roots


Blood n peuk.
N my disguise.
So convincing
Even I am fooled. 

Truth is it hurts
just looking
And even more
on the return stare. 

No, no, not shy.
Fear, pure, like vodka,
like spotlight,
like it has to be this moment or never. 

Stagefright.
Dunno the lines.
Dunno the scene,
the play.
Dunno the cut out cardboard
Back drop.
Dunno the sountrack.

Edit. 

I read your lips
I read the words
The ones you edited
from your smile.

Pity, 

they had already grown roots in my heart.

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