Blatant Betrayal Poems

With beating heart and dragging feet this dark and soulful night
I stealthily tiptoe past her window hoping - not to see her light
But bathed in luminosity she sits there in full view
My hands go clammy yet again knowing not what...Read More

Many a time,
I am dead,
and as yet arise alive,
to feel good and bad,
if feeling bad recurs  more oftener,
than feeling good,
then situation again rises,
when I once more am dead,
bad sometimes is shame,
sometime my untruths,
and at others my dishonesty,
sometimes my blatant...Read More