I see right through you

Elle Sweden

A column of black.

Dense

Unyielding

Mysterious
For a long time your lies held fast your colour. Solid and unpenetrable. 

You were not the type to run away.
But the truth has cleansed you.
Or perhaps that is wrong,

Perhaps it has cleansed my view of you?

And now I see right through you
To the beautiful,
Beautiful light.

Now is the time to run.

By Bean