Like his intentions, The real colors of a man are unseen.
Hidden and well concealed.
Lurking in the shadows of good words and a nice smile .
Scrambling and scratching beneath the lies to seem nice.
But as you know,
Intention is a sneaky snake,
burrowing in fake smiles and obvious compliments,
Camouflaging in the green Grass of your inner circle,
Flattening itself in the corridors of your happiness, unseen.
Spying around sheepishly to know exactly what makes you smile more.
Jealously learning your flaws and aggressively adjusting the mask.
putting up faces.
I mean, How many faces have you been fooled into?
The Intentions of a man lie deep.
so deep for a pretty face to mask it well.
Protect your heart, Sometimes it’s not as strong as you Imagine it is.
Guard your soul, for I assure you it is fragile.
Fragile, to recklessness.
Sometimes, People can be exactly that.