RMC

My faces they make a face at me
and I’m perplexed by mystery.

A joke for every occasion persuade
this little jagged edged blade fades.

Cut I want to not the sky above
for from blue hues I have found love.

That is why despair I find fair,
in shock from life I sit and stare there.

What face I have for someone kindles
a flame I know it by its name simple.

A face of time for the aging
a face of concern for hearts raging;

An in pass has been made in the glade
where warmth of the sun never fades.

There the sun spun a face I embrace
when I get love and eyes gorgeous in spades.

Skies of white lillies falling down
in one spot on me turns it upside down.

I have a face for every occasion
and persuasion is pervasive in this world
you’re suppose to wear one
face until that face is unfurled.

But I’ve been hiding
or switching up the eyes
so I can walk away and in my lair
come back to cope and reside.

Yet this face is true
that purity is not of this world.
God gives more than ever
one flower or face could unfurl.

The mystery I see I believe in you,
because my myth of a joke is no more true.

I can jest no longer when a face
makes me stronger and hurts the past one.

In my lair I care and there is air
clear enough for me the other side to stare.

My face I have now is me true
from the dash of dark macabre hue
I think things we could along side us do
from eating fine food to trying on shoes.

Where do you want me to wear a want for me
escaped for the rest of my life to be free?