Showing sad poems for tag "mist"

Covered

Corona

Sauntering through this masquerade,
Hidden behind a perfected fade,
Living off the biased perspective,
Of how this mannequin should live

The first impression is a reflection
Of self-imposed perfection
A second glance may reveal
A mist behind the veil

The embittered soul 
A heart as black as coal
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