Choices
Choices
In the beginning,
His representative greeted me
His intentions intrigued me
His senses consumed me
My associate did not mind
My goals were far behind
So therefore I was inclined
His humor gripped me
His charm enamored me
His crimes seduced me
I shared his laughter
My gifts came only after
His every word was my master
His love enveloped me
His loyalties defined me
His passions were part of me
The emotions I returned
My commitment to him I learned
My affections for him earned
Like a snail in quicksand, two years went by and …
His emotions confused me
His accusations baffled me
His love was leaving me
His feelings for me were no more
His truths bought from a store
His feelings were for a whore
His anger frightened me
His hands he laid on me
His lies sickened me
The temper was out of hand
His touch I could not stand
His promises only plans
His abuse confined me
His absences relieved me
His returns spooked me
He was an evil man
Dirty as sand
And only loved his fans
His eyes were only spies
He filled my heart with lies
This he cannot deny
So my representative said goodbye
Face it bad choices make good stories
Author
Karen Powell
Copyright © Karen Powell | Year Posted 2019
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