Through the Smoke

Amidst the echoes of love that’s fake,
Slick tongues weave tales they shouldn’t make.
So many wander, lost in disguise,
Wearing shoes that betray their lies.

Tough ones boast with a shark’s bold grin,
But real bites leave marks deep within.
Queens in shadows, their crowns unclear,
If you're not real, don’t come near.

Too many fools don’t know love’s tune,
Playing at hearts but out of tune too soon.
Glances fly, desires stray,
Yet they miss love’s truest way.

I’ve walked these streets, mastered the flow,
Felt the weight, but let them know.
Divided we stand, but it’s never too late,
To rise together and shed the hate.

I carve my path, swift, precise,
Every line sharp, cut from ice.
Truths unspoken, yet in plain view,
Shall I go on? Watch me break through.