3.5 Two-faced angel
“My darling prince” and “my good friend” do you openly and publicly call me,
Wanting me to feel safe and secure but it is through these shallow words do I see.
One face greeting and smiling at me whilst with the other do you slyly and constantly attack,
But never an open attack to my face, always and subvertedly do you do so behind my back.
Only support have I ever shown to you with care and compassion, yet this is how you repay me.
I smile at your good and kind face, the fake face, but little do you realise that I do actually know,
Therefore never to you will I expose my vulnerabilities, these are things I will never show.
Knowing your little game of deceit, I will set a new narrative, one that I can control and create,
Whilst I smile back to that face of yours, you know not that deep down it is you I hate.
But time and patience is what I need to formulate a plan that will slowly develop and grow.
The arena you have chosen just so happens to be one that I have many tools and experience in,
My dear little, sweet, two-faced angel, you are fully deluded if it is you that you think will win.
Chip, chip, chip away as hard as can thinking I don’t know whilst you chip away behind my back,
But little two-faced angel, my shield is up and you will not succeed in your planned attack.
Little triumphs and gains may lift you, but overall victory is never granted to those that sin.
Keep thinking that I see you kind and present face, let my smile back convince you I see it too,
But I am not fooled by you and therefore I hold the upper hand, for I see what is really true.
I will play the game with you for I do not want to give you an upper hand or to give the game away,
Biding my time until it is right for maximum impact, for ultimately you will have a price you must pay.
I can put up a front and play your game, but my support for you is dead, gone and very much through.
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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey
Wanting me to feel safe and secure but it is through these shallow words do I see.
One face greeting and smiling at me whilst with the other do you slyly and constantly attack,
But never an open attack to my face, always and subvertedly do you do so behind my back.
Only support have I ever shown to you with care and compassion, yet this is how you repay me.
I smile at your good and kind face, the fake face, but little do you realise that I do actually know,
Therefore never to you will I expose my vulnerabilities, these are things I will never show.
Knowing your little game of deceit, I will set a new narrative, one that I can control and create,
Whilst I smile back to that face of yours, you know not that deep down it is you I hate.
But time and patience is what I need to formulate a plan that will slowly develop and grow.
The arena you have chosen just so happens to be one that I have many tools and experience in,
My dear little, sweet, two-faced angel, you are fully deluded if it is you that you think will win.
Chip, chip, chip away as hard as can thinking I don’t know whilst you chip away behind my back,
But little two-faced angel, my shield is up and you will not succeed in your planned attack.
Little triumphs and gains may lift you, but overall victory is never granted to those that sin.
Keep thinking that I see you kind and present face, let my smile back convince you I see it too,
But I am not fooled by you and therefore I hold the upper hand, for I see what is really true.
I will play the game with you for I do not want to give you an upper hand or to give the game away,
Biding my time until it is right for maximum impact, for ultimately you will have a price you must pay.
I can put up a front and play your game, but my support for you is dead, gone and very much through.
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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey