Languish (a pantoum)

A fond gaze pierces through her blatant lies,

She’ll never blend with the other faces,

For her desperation has been gracious,

A relation the strain of time defies.

She’ll never blend with the other faces,

The brief glimpse of trust she feigned, I despise,

Their honesty has cowered in disguise,

For her desperation has been gracious.

The brief glimpse of trust she feigned, I despise,

Mirth keeping us shackled, she erases,

Space I stole in her heart, she replaces

Their honesty has cowered in disguise.

Mirth keeping us shackled, she erases,

We pitifully clutch our withered ties,

For I’ll never move past her, I surmise,

Space I stole in her heart, she replaces.