b e h i n d t h e f a ç a d e
by: morning z e p h y r
black silk enveloped liquid browns
making her look like an enchantress
wearing never a frown.
but is it real or is there more?
a shredded adolescence
left in a world full of fear.
deprived of her innocence
she has never shed a tear.
her eyes have seen the terror
the violence and its sad cascade.
the heart is mourning
but continues the empty charade.
recalcitrant hair flaming
trailing down his neck
aquamarine orbs glowing
brightening up the black.
a ravaged child of the slums
his future looked quite bleak.
thought of as a vexing scum
neighbors were anything but meek.
to destroy to wound
and to annihilate mobs
no motives were needed
simply because 'twas his job.
yet:
buried under layers o'fake emotions
the bold and the arrogant loves each other so.
but 'til those affections are unburdened,
love cannot flourish . . . nor grow.
.fin.
scribbles-
you may or may not have known, but the
first three stanzas were about yuffie Kisaragi, and
the latter three were about the infamous reno of the turks.
©jennifer, may 01
sept. 19, 02