Like mist drifting across the forest floor my thoughts of her
never seem to conform to reality
I see her as a tender turtle dove amongst wolves
in this cruel uncaring world
yet she is a tigress ever stalking her prey
I think of her as being unbiased and truthful
but the awful reality is that she's dishonest and uncaring
filled with biased prejudice against the weak
When I see her it is a charade hiding the reality of what she is
to put my simple mind at ease I choose to look the other way
for if I saw her the way she truly is my heart would break
because she lacks tenderness and humility and her heart is cold as ice
she is filled with diabolical thoughts and her evil words cut like a knife
she seethes with hot passion for her own gain
caring not whom she must step on to get what she desires.
So when I think about her all I see is pain and loss
that can never be repaired nor recovered
and am glad that I don't see her clearly for what she truly is
for my simple heart would be forever ruined changed and its love ever chained and its wonderful light extinguished.
Donavon Scott Vinson
