CLOAKED

Cloaked

you were the only bed habit
that was easy to break
but i still hate you
because this smile is fake

these are the words of a girl
to me a very good friend
so easy to smile
yet so hard to pretend

underneath her smile
her face remains soaked
tears sink into skin
as her heart remains cloaked

but this is a story
which needs to be told
held within the heart
forcing it to turn cold

unique is this girl
wisdom bears her name
her mind continues to swirl
as she alone feels the blame

she had her heart broken
just shattered apart
now she standds unspoken
just playing the part

she leads a false life
her smile cloaking neglect
the grin may be precise
but it will never perfect

-Carlos "House" Gerardo