Lesson Learned
Pain is not love’s enemy
As I’ve constant-ly believed
They’re brothers. They’re, Fratelli
Where one resides, the other strives
Oh, what a dream it was to think,
That our ol’ cruise ship will not sink
The pretty clouds I floated on
Were laced with pins and things so sharp
Sharp enough to pierce the dream, that it could be reality
How was I to know you weren’t, that angel you professed to be?
How was I to stop myself, you were my pre-cise ecstasy?
My lesson’s learnt, now, Casanova.
Thought-that you-could turn me over?
Oh no.
No, no no.
You fooled me once so shame on you
Your beauty was an ugly thing
A snare produced for fools like me
And, those eyes...
Mmmm... that voice.
If honey could speak, you’d be it. Hands down
Sweet, sultry serenade,
Fairest features ever made.
You were such a masterpiece.
A Monet, if you please
Master of disguise, oh yes
I should commend your flawless lies,
They had me twisted round your pinky
Glad that I now know you baby.
Read your book from, ah back to front.
Next time that-I see your face, I’ll see the snarling, stalking thing
The thing that led me down this lane.
The thing that tuned my love to pain
Copyright © Keabetswe Molotsi | Year Posted 2010
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