In response to today’s prompt, Pretend
When you walked in to my life,
I thought the you’re one of those who will bring me light,
It’s sad to say that all of that were just hopes,
leaving my heart a deep dark hole.
Where are you my friend,
when are you, when I need a hand,
which will take me away from this darkness of being alone and sad,
saying that I’ll give you a helping hand, until the end.
Why did you pretend?
That you’re good to me and you want me to be your friend?
What did I do wrong,
for you to make me a fool for that long?
You’re true self is hidden in the shadows,
Like a monster waiting for a prey to open their heart’s window.
In which I can use as a warning,
Not to trust easily to a person who faced you smiling.