Tinsel Tease
All the gold, a tinsel tease
No treasure neath the shine
All the fire burning bright
Was never yours, but mine
All the passion, born of rage
Lay trapped within a dream
Whispers of a budding rose
Were never yours it seems
All the heart, it takes to love
Was twisted in a storm
All the fawn and flattery
Will never keep me warm
All the sparks that rise to fly
Were stifled by deceit
All the doubt imprisoned here
Has left me incomplete
poem by Leria Hawkins
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