Facades

Of what strings are facades made,

Woven true of feelings within,

Driven deep of words not said,

In strength are such facades made.

Of what drives is a man made,

In denial lies the beneath,

In my facade does it lie,

Fears and feelings I sheath.

Of what strength lay in her,

When were such words framed,

For why were trees made to shade,

Of her were facades made!

Of what makes the lies hide,

What truth lay in the shade,

Some things were never meant,

Some things to lose in the facade.

Some say , of evil is it wrought,

For deceit comes the facade,

Within graves do secrets lie,

Of love are such wreaths made.