Through the tinted glasses
they can only see my profile
they see the sleek body of the vehicle
waxed and glistening
whisk me away
They imagine
the softness of the leather seats
cushioning me
they envy the soft light inside
creating a magical aura
Yet they don’t know
that I sit inside
this luxurious setting
lonely and miserable
yearning for lost love
They don’t know that
I will trade all this wealth
for one afternoon under a tree
to sit beside you
to walk with you
to hold your hand
They don’t know the pain
they don’t see the suffering
they only see an image of me
and they all wish to be me
while I wish to be free
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Appearances often deceptive! They never always tell the whole story.
This is beautifully deep!
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Oh man a little on the dark side but beautiful all the same
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