Beautifully Deceptive

Some of the most beautiful things I have experienced in life turned out to be the most destructive. A handsome face or beautiful smile can hide cruel intentions and harmful thoughts. I have been told “I love you” while their hands were out but when I ran out of things to give their words turned cruel or silent. Thanks to these people I have learned to trust less and listen to myself more and I’m not sure if that is a good thing. Aren’t we suppose to help one another? Weren’t we taught to care about our neighbors? When did we stop believing in values and morals and turn towards greed and popularity? When did having the most “likes” equal acceptance? I think I got lost at some point and missed a turn. I am now stuck in a world were “Reality” and “Real” aren’t the same thing. Everything has become beautifully deceptive.
I love this song and now I know why~
You’re a pretty butterfly
You keep on passing by
You never land inside my hands
Your home is in the sky
And there’s a lesson waiting to be learned
The fire starters always get the best
And the good guys never get the girl
No shooting stars cannot fix the world
And I’ve made the same mistakes
But I won’t this time
No I won’t this time
And you’re a pretty butterfly
And I believed all your lies
Blinded by your sideways smile
And the kindness in your eyes
But there’s a limit to your flight
I can offer you a better life
But you keep on flying from the light
And I’ve lost my faith in wrong and right
And I’ve made the same mistakes
But I won’t this time
No I won’t this time
I know exactly what you do
I made damn sure I studied you
You won’t pick me
I’m just a breeze underneath your wings
So I pray each night you’ll change your mind
And maybe I’m worth the fight
But I am wrong every time
You only know how to fly
You only know how to fly
You only know how to fly

Author: Ticia Rani

I am...interesting. I am a writer, dreamer, mom, wife, veteran, friend, villain, and the wearer of many hats, but I don't look good in hats- go figure. I LOVE TO WRITE. I want to tell stories. I want to make you laugh, cry, and scare the crap out of you, and make you ask "why the hell did you do that?" I want to make you cheer my characters on or want to shake the crap out of them for things they say and/or do. I want to bring you along for the ride. Ready? Set?...READ!!!

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