| Your smile is false as paint. Your eyes don’t care To claim this script. The promises we made Are nested Chinese boxes full of air. You watch me weep and flail and tear my hair, Portray the classic role of wife betrayed. Your smile is false as paint. Your eyes don’t care For this emotive scene. You’ve charm to spare And charm’s your best defense, a masquerade Of nested Chinese boxes, full of air And fantasy and sweet seduction’s stare. How long I took to see through your charade! Your smile is false as paint. Your eyes don’t care That mine are opened to the cloak you wear, A patchwork of the characters you’ve played, Nested like Chinese boxes, full of air. I’ll bow out, leave you to the floodlights’ glare, Pass on my leading place in your parade. Your smile is false as paint; your eyes don’t care. You’re nested Chinese boxes full of air. Melanie Houle |
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