(Gustavo Carpio C)
The sweetest expression.
The sweetest cherish.
Sweetest feel of affection.
Priceless.
So fragile you are, Yet so tough.
Just a figure behind a glass case
Where you make us mortals think we can’t reach you
Ingredients so pure
A formula that barely the puppeteer knows
I and only I identify truth from false
Cause I made you
Yes I made you
Such an actress that performs a play
The queen of them all you think you are
But truth lies in your core
Where you cannot run
Where you cannot hide
I emptied your hart
Replaced it by cold porcelain
The end isn’t written
Perhaps one day you’ll be placed at
a graveyard full of stone angels
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