The Green ocean of those eyes.. which never hesitated to flow like a river

The ease with which he played them all.. the father, the sister and the lover

The face in which she saw her soul.. the face in which she knew her life

Was never true.. or even if it was.. just to make her stay.. by his side

The hair which was both gold and black.. The skin which was both soft and hard

Tricked their minds.. and their hearts.. to let down their defensive guard

The face of trust.. the face of pain..

the face which they carry in every stain

the face of hate.. the face of love..

the memory of loss.. no one could ever shove

The face she searched.. in the faces of life

and in the being.. where it was supposed to reside

But the face was gone.. as it was never there..

she loved a face.. a fake.. a slayer