Come and enjoy ON PAPER by The Secret Poetress
On paper, just like Merlin – there are wizards of the word.
All their plans are brilliant – and it’s a perfect world.
All power to their hands, to say it how it is.
Magic in the ink – mixed with metaphor, that quiz.
On paper, he was perfect – a saint when said and done.
Who knew he was Svengali – or maybe just his son.
Power in his hands, to carve his mannequin.
Forgetting her humanity, the soul within.
On paper, she was perfect – so pretty, oh so bright.
Who knew that she had darkness beneath that fading light.
Power in her hands, to hurt all in her domain.
Misery, sweet sadness – just her blue refrain.
On paper, worlds are made – old passing dreams.
Nothing that we think – is as it really seems.
Certainty a thing – known only in our mind.
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