Wicked: Human kind.

 

All that glitters is not gold.
They seem attractive, glistening under the sunlight,
Shining in the moon  light.
One slight gaze, and one is swayed.

Hearts made of stone, yet appear so soft.
Hearts so cold, yet act so cool.
Hearts that speak deceit with ease,
Tongue so slimy, like snakes they hiss.
Sowing weeds among wheats, turning folks to foes.

Hearts that thrive on one's strive,
Ones fall is its thrill.
They gather around, showing sympathy and empathy,
But deep down they only wish one is empty.
They embrace one with open arms,
Squeezing one so tight, saying its alright.

Hearts of man so wicked.
Glistening under the sunlight,
Shining in the moon light.
Hearts so cold, one close look and you'll know.

Hearts black as coal, heavy as stone.
Hearts that deceives the easiest of fools,
Only the wise would know.

Hearts that offer false hopes,
Tongues that speak lies to those who ain't wise.
Slowly convincing, easily deceiving.
They encamp around one,
Surrounding one with walls of falsehood.
Only to leave one trapped.

Hearts that disguise as friends,
Only to act as enemies.
Hearts that pretend to love,
Only to leave one lost.
Hearts that pretend to give,
Only to take back more what its given.
Hearts that pretend to care,
Only to leave one scared.
Hearts whose laughter and smile, comes at a price one has paid,
A price that leaves one in anguish and pain.

Hearts of man and wicked.
Crooked like the rough roads.
Ones suffering, is its offering.
Ones tears, its thirst.
Ones heartbreak, its breakthrough.
Ones heartache, its Heart beat.
Ones doom, its room.
Ones plight, its delight.

Hearts that glitters like gold.
Only the wise would know,
All that glitters is not gold.

Love,

Solver Joan❤