Master Of Disguises

Just who’s fault is it that someone’s Facade is beleived.
Is it the deceiver
or really the believer?

We know magicians do no magic
but we watch with joy anyway
we beleive it because we want to
becauae if you don’t it’s easy to see
it’s just a sham.

Oh look at me change!
Like a chameleon from one disguise to another.
One moment a boyish teenager
full of youth and playfulness
A good friend huh?

He helps you stand and for a moment
you see something lurking underneath those eyes
maybe not so boyish but more mature instead
with eyes that speak of love un-expressable
he really does love you, that’s not part of his trick

The boys disguise is quick unravelling
he opts for something drastic
a prince in shining armor
He wishes he could make a white horse
but everything he makes tends to wither and die.

Your hand touches his jaw
the feel of stubble shocks you
for he is clean shaven.
Your hand runs down his chest
plate and chain mail
no more then leather.
You don’t look at his eyes this time
it’s a shame because
if you did you’d see
that part of him has just died.

The whole time your prince has been
a rogue in dulled leather.

A while later he’s there again
picking you up.
The streetwise teenager now.
He tells you he’s sorry
he means it with everything.

Slowly his disguise falls away again
but this time you stay
he loves you even more for it

Before long it is the rogue
that you hung, you kiss
that you give yourself to.

For old times sake
he tries the prince
one more time

the prince is dashing
being him is not without

The rogue falls for the temptations
he is just not strong enough
he hates himself for it
he is broken
he wishes he wasn’t

because then maybe
he wouldn’t
have needed the disguises

He see’s you with the man
who he thought had learnt
so much from him
but realizes he hasn’t quite
he’s the real deal
he changes into your prince
this time he really is, not an illusion

The rogue realizes something
the art of disguise
is for the strong not the weak
for the whole not the broken
and for the pure and not the tainted.

he slinks away into the shadows
with one last glance.
he wants to say he’s sorry
for all the hurt he’s caused
but when his mouth opens
his throat is closed with sadness

so let me say it for him
I’m sorry for all the hurt I’ve done

Master Of Disguises

A boy called Star

Melbourne, Australia

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Because i suck at saying things out loud because i’m a chicken

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