illusion

let me see beneath your cosmetic,
borrow me your agelines I want to draw emotions on the air
let every stroke tell of my lust and longing.

Let me see behind you mirror, 
am I the fairest of them all, why is my shadow missing,
are we playing spot the difference? 
run along and catch the stalker.

Let me see beneath my imposter
potraying me wrong like a blurry picture 
Iam not me, just pretending to preserve your smile.

Let me see beneath your underwear,
after that I will dicth you like a hot potato,
then I will show you my true colours, but you are a girl you are colour blind.
So you will go to the next guy
and he will break another button of your blouse

By Abel Dube (Zimbabwe)

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