The Villanelle

Hiding her dark insides with a lie

She ties cherry stems sweet and pure

Her bright eyes look to the sky

 

As the days pass by and by

Life she cannot endure

Hiding her dark insides with a lie

 

He is smooth yet sly

Yet his words are unsure

Her bright eyes look to the sky

 

Spreading week old jelly on rye

Could he be her cure?

Hiding her dark insides with a lie

 

The voices, they multiply

She only wants to feel secure

Her bright eyes look to the sky,

Hiding her dark insides with a lie

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