A visual presence of inexplicable essence,
beauty that's truly like an Angel descended,
beauty they speak of in fables to soothe the love-offended,
but who knew she came to you to use and only pretended,
made words of lies sound like endless symphonies
until an epiphany of truth shone through the false imagery
and in the scene, she acted so innocently
you almost believed she meant everything,
all the intimacy and that she loved you infinitely;
but your gut knew that without a minimum fee,
she'd never love you unconditionally.
The truth is pitilessly breaking you down to your knees,
Next time you see a pretty imposter, beware the ugly monster lying beneath.
Next rhyme: Crossed the line...