Deceased Smile

By Aanya Sharma

Where there's smoke, there's a fire, in my life's truth you were a liar. 

Roses may be pretty but they have thorns, your smile is deceiving but it can't hide your horns. 

I was a moth drawn to your flame, I was a pawn stuck in your game. 

I was compassionate but all you wanted was power, you loved roses but I was a wildflower. 

I just didn't have it in myself to go with grace, in your malicious little games you would always ace. 

You saw my vulnerability but never the fire behind my eyes, now you will pay for all your sins and lies. 

I can wear strength and darkness equally well, I'll make you subsist, I'll be your 

personal hell. 

By Aanya Sharma