Shadows follow behind us during our days of living,
they stick with us and leave at night.
Yet they do not smile nor leave and expect to be forgiven,
Nor pretend to show you the difference between wrong and right.
Acting had it's reaches but now you can never trust a smile,
In a dying attempt to decipher each possible meaning.
You stabbed me in my back and then ran a mile,
two faces have shown without thinking of my feelings
Stay away; for I shall never trust a whisper or a smile again,
My doors are closed now; don't return.
When you pass by you take the light away,
The blazing fire you ignited will only ever burn.
Inspired by the beautiful