Whistler

You hold the key

To deception's mask

No trouble it is

For such an easy task.

Your face is lined

With beauty and will

But oh! That face was made to kill.

You smile at me

With innocent eyes

But you do not know

I see behind your lies

The world's a stage

As Shakespeare said

But your words to me

Have long been dead.

A/N: I scribbled this accidentally on my warm-up in French; I ended up having to recopy it being that all of a sudden my French teacher wanted to collect our sponges. shakes head I was inspired by a person I used to like, who ended up being not the person I thought he was. ‘My, you should know who I’m referring to. frowns Oh well. Be kind and review if you like.