Petals And Thorns

We are velvet hemmed in lace,
Silken ribbons tie our waist.
Our hair is white trimmed in gold
With porcelain eyes of blue.
We are made of silver lining,
Our sunspot words are bright and shining.
We are sown of what we reap,
Needle and thread are we.
We are double - sided satin souls,
Empty spaces full of holes.
We are books lacking pages,
Judge us by our pretty faces.
We are angels pushed from the nest,
Failing to fly, we are demons at best.
We say we'll  heal you, stitch your wounds,
Turn your heart to patchwork.
We are born as clockwork decievers,
Luring fools and all believers.
Life is not a game, we know.
Pull a thread, and we all will go.
We are velvet, hemmed in lace
Silken ribbons tie our waists.
Our hearts are made up of fools gold.
Museum treasured on display.
Love is made of fool's gold
A game only fool's would play,