I saw golden clouds hover
over your honey brown eyes,
Like a shelter that no one else
could ever provide;
you felt so safe in those;
A secret said a little too soon,
a promise passed on like sacred runes; the streets are whispering
but no one else knows,
Take me to a place
where no one else goes.

Love is just a masquerade ball,
we dance away our fears
and do not think to halt;
What could go wrong on
such a credulous night?
I didn't halt to ask that question;
too lost in your honey brown eyes.

Angels don't hide in
the dusky rooms,
at least that's what I
used to think,
Maybe I was wrong
about that too,
just like all these
other things about you;

The thing about deception
is that it comes in disguise—
it can seem like honey
but there were detesting
flames in those eyes,
And what could I question
on that credulous night?

We were in a ballroom,
dancing with our frights;
a room of vacant vanity
and burdened smiles,
A room where golden
clouds hovered over our eyes;
for all I know,
it felt like love,
The kind of maddening
things we suppose it does.

and maybe we should halt
and ask this time :
what could go wrong on such a credulous night?

—

a/n : The idea of the poem is a love you thought was real but it wasn't. I've noticed that every other song, every other movie, every other book is about love these days and as sweet, adoring and beautiful that is— it's not all smiles and laughs and we all know that.

The theme of this poetry is a faithless, royal tragedy, into the lives of people surrounded by riches, the burdening realization that time slips away before we can even ask a simple yet important question, the belief that angels don't hide in the darkness or maybe that's what you used to think— the theme of this poetry is deception : you begin to question what you've ever thought— about life, about trust, about angels, about happiness and about love.

I hope you enjoyed.