many sides to Rosey
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The lips, closed
And curled up into a smile
Giving out the image
Of a friendly face
But once
The lips separate,
Rows of pearly whites
Erupt into fangs
The hand,
Being offered
For a shake of friendship
Or for support
With another hand
Behind the back
Holding a grisly,
Bloody knife
The eyes, smiling
And filled with sensitivity
As they bore into you,
Encouraging you to spill
As the mind is reeling,
Absorbing and working
Using whatever information it get
Against you
False illuminations of friendship
Is something very unpleasant
You need to watch out for
Especially after your own back
Otherwise you will be destroyed
Within the deception
Of good people, and of friendships
For those are false illuminations
@ Rosey - all rights reserved
And curled up into a smile
Giving out the image
Of a friendly face
But once
The lips separate,
Rows of pearly whites
Erupt into fangs
The hand,
Being offered
For a shake of friendship
Or for support
With another hand
Behind the back
Holding a grisly,
Bloody knife
The eyes, smiling
And filled with sensitivity
As they bore into you,
Encouraging you to spill
As the mind is reeling,
Absorbing and working
Using whatever information it get
Against you
False illuminations of friendship
Is something very unpleasant
You need to watch out for
Especially after your own back
Otherwise you will be destroyed
Within the deception
Of good people, and of friendships
For those are false illuminations
@ Rosey - all rights reserved