Fake Love Poems - Poems about Fake Love

WHY DO YOU MARRY?

For some, it’s a softer escape
A flight from silence, not quite love
As if a ring alone could mend a soul
Bruised by too many “maybe tomorrows."

To others, it’s help dressed in vows
A lifeline tied to daily needs
To fatten the pig at market day
Turn union into means to feed.

Some whisper “love” with shaky lips
But love to them,

Fake Love Grouchy Weasel

People in the world have witnessed your all seasons love in Palestine!! 

Pardon Me

"Good for nothing?
Yeah, I know I am.
I know I'm a disaster,
I made everything worse all the time;
I know it all, you made sure of that.
Now, what can I do except saying sorry?
Sorry for the existence I guess,
I don't know what else...
Every time I apologize you say I'm just saying,
Trying to be humble,be good but always

DECEIT IS A SILENT KILLER

Deceit is a silent killer
Yet so many wear it well
They master the art of pretending
And call the mask a shield.

Like her
She crowned me with tender lies
Draped in robes of sweet illusion
And I, the fool, saw no disguise.

I was blind
To the poison in her touch
Too drunk on the way she smiled
Too far gone to feel the

A vague sin

The thorn of the black rose
pierced my skin. 
Causing blood to drip off my finger 
And blanket the magnolia...

Dark Juane

Sandy sat staring down at the cracked photoed frame. Two little smiling princesses playing in the mud. She loves traveling in her dreams, imagining glowing and bickering in Juane's sweet sweet nectar as in the framed photo.

But the hornet came buzzing, bringing forth a reality of pain She knows not if Juane was more of

Unborn Children

Fatal love

Love is life, love creates more love and lives
Love comes from life, love exists for new life
New lives come from love. Life is life and love

Not every time. Some of the love is strange fakes
Life interest, flirtatiousness, spiritual oppression
Lust of power, arrogance, spiritual destruction 
Spiritual destruction with love; my dead children

My dead children are

Painting On the Wall

I sit here, perched on the wall
Frozen forever 
Face in my hands
Black waves tumbling past my shoulders
Smiling, pearly white teeth glistening
My brown eyes admire you from my spot, here on the wall
They admire your features, your furrowed brow, your sharp features
But you pay me no notice
You used to
Now the only attention I get is from

Afternoon Dates

There is something to be afraid of about afternoon dates.
They take you to secret meetings and blind dates.
Random strangers giving forgettable kisses;
But nothing is built except for “burning bridges”
They say it’s fun spending time on afternoon dates.
It’s found in the dark room where the devil’s pleasure awaits.
A quench of thirst is a quench of mistake;
But

Fake Love

What once felt like a magic, now feels like a lie 
As I uncover the truth, a tear falls from my eye 
Your love was a mirage, an illusion I chased 
And to find out it was fake, leaves me feeling misplaced 

Like a child with a toy, you played with my heart 
Toying with

Speech of a Sugar Daddy

Sugar daddy says,” 
So gorgeousness like my last daughter
And my first granddaughter. 
My wife complains daily but she is bulkiness.

Shame does not swill out, 
I ‘m cleaning my blood 
And breaching a boorish teen girl. 

She desires a person
     like her daddy, 
        

Fake Love

```THE LIAR

We met outside the city,
The street where everything is dirty,
We exchanged our mobile number,
And we planned it would be december,

He kept me busy on my phone,
Laughing alone waiting for his tone,
The deal,yeah it will come back true,
I almost kissed his texts on my phone for he was true,

He was that handsome on his purple

When It's My Time To Go

When it's my time to go
Could you hold me till I'm gone
When it's my time to go
Could you forget what I've done wrong
When it's my time to go
And my eyes forever close
Don't you cry for me
I don't need the sympathy
But when the time is here
And I'm down to my last breath
I'll have a few more

Fake Love

I dont need 
The fake smiles and affection 

I dont want 
The crowds of spoiled attention

Real Love Fake Love

Belinda was 14 when she said she loved her boyfriend Brad.
She told him on Valentine’s Day. They slept together that night.
In the morning she was walking though the Mall and saw
him holding hands with Michelle her best friend.
Belinda went home and tied one end of a rope to a beam in the garage
 and tied

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