Charade?
	

          Is this smile a reflection,
          of true happiness inside,
          Or mearly a charade mask,
          Behind which I can hide?

          Can you tell from my sigh,
          Overwhleming sadness,
          Or is it exhaustion,
          from this game of madness?

          What do you think I feel,
          Is the truth hidden well;          
          Do I appear kind and warm,
          Are you under my spell?
          
          Do you think I love you,
          have you fallen with ease;
          As I devour your senses.
          and your heart I disease?                                       
          
          Have I learned my tricks well,
          Do I hold you in my hands;
          As I show you knew wonders,
          And unexplored magic lands?

          You're such a sweet innocent,
          so honest and trusting;
          Can I steal these traits.
          After which I am lusting?

          Or are you something more,
          A savior for my soul;
          With heroic exorsicm
          Making love the true goal?

          Is there yet really hope.
          Can you save me from me;
          I feel such hopelessness.
          That it will never be.                                                                     

          I yearn for the sweetness,
          I know I once had,
          Before all the anger
          Made me evil and bad.
  
          So I wonder what you see,
          If there is anything true,
          Do I still have something
          To make it worthwille to you?

          
                    Dec. 18, 1992  

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