I go to bed at three,
I usually wait beneath the plum tree,
That tree is useless like my name,
You and I are in a blissful game!
You are too sweet for me,
Never lived inside me as if you were a great flea,
You are too weak for me,
Never spent a day without thinking of me!
But do you care who I am?
Do you know what it means to be my charm?
Are you my affluent appetite?
I am never your desired guide.
I am the master of manners to you,
I was not willing to sacrifice my mind for you,
You are always ready to make a voyage with me,
I never think of you that we can be a cherished memory.
My coffee never turns cold when you are sitting beside me,
Sleep tight until the sun rises in your daydream,
You do not need to discern what's inside my head,
I am on another trip just before you wake up and call me the beheaded.
He’ll either choose you or her.
we don’t know but we know.
Obsession pennies, and hands drool for more.
You give in to the oracles.
Snow hands like those on The Lovers card.
Can’t you see they might be your hands?
Feeding your ears what you eagerly crave.
When in love, your brain is your misguiding reader.
It storms lies as long as you keep yourself
vulnerable to it.
It picks different cards and tells you favorable stories
like she’s the fool, you’re destined lovers,
even if he’s proposing to others.
The reader knows best, doesn’t it?
One, three, six months, and two years
passed on decks, trying to sort him out.
Fool in Reverse keeps showing up,
he has given you every sign to dump him.
But your reader’s interpretation is it must be about
your innocence or a new beginning with him.
Three of Swords may tell you he’s a cheater,
and The Tower may tell you about your grandparent’s loss,
but the cards never tell you’re gambling with your years
until you find them past you.
a pale love
pales us out in the face
and inside. core....
A solid love,
hold us safe inside
and outside...
fake love it's real
theater...
true love is pure
life... !
saccharin embrace remembered ~ not true love.
I am, wholly and completely,
lost without you.
I thought I could move on, use silly plies,
distract myself, but no.
My life can't move a single step,
without you at the hoe.
How naive I was to think you loved me.
I still try to trick myself so.
But how can I rectify
the swollen lips and black eyes?
Or was it me that did you wrong?
Did I annoy you, did I expect too much of you?
No I mustn't think this way.
Now you lay behind bars,
so why do I feel the prison is my own?
My life is so far from complete,
it could be rendered empty.
It is only my outer flesh that now remains.
And each day I feel my flimsy mask becoming ever looser.
I no longer eat, for my gut burns with anxiety.
I feel my future slipping from my grasp, and fear,
that unless a saviour in a male silhouette
should glance my way,
that my existence shall be inexplicably futile.
For the man that once defined my world, still claims me.
He has bore wounds that feel they shall outlast me.
I can only hope the scars will fade,
and that I can love again,
or better still, learn what true love is.
12.10.2020
I get crazy
over the things I fancy
each day.
You were made
for my heart
but was never meant
anything at all.
I never get mad
when your kiss
is too pretentious.
At the first place
I knew
This love is
delirious.
But I can endure
the pain and
fake it like this.
If this is how it
works then
so be it.
Even in my odd times,
they thought
I'm a fool.
When it comes
about us
I act like a cool.
I think
hundred times
if this is okay
but for
love sake!
I love you
everyday.
I won't get away
from this love
I linger on
Even if it's
treacherous and fake.
A false love!
Your false love.
LeiStrauss2019
That which seemed to be possible
Was all along only just pretend.
When love is pseudo
simulation rules
faked feelings
forged smile
deceptive mood
bogus atmosphere
spurious and untrue vibe
When truth hidden, love is false.
Drencho POET Loads
After playing the game,when he ran,
I understood the meaning of love then came.
They did not realize what they lost,
And what we found?
The heart cry of tear lost Thiers,
Relationship was something like this.
But they are still in their love
But never have compassion in love.
They left us like the night
the day ran away.
After playing the game, when he ran,
I understood the meaning of love then came.
Tears of false youthful love
drips as artificial honey
to open mouth of one deceived
Those who seeks pleasure
but not the hanging fruits of creation,
the kernel of true relationship
offended in the Garden of Eden
now modified by blast furnace
of rogue civilization are unaware
The dark torch of mischief
floods hearts of victims of love
as the flowing sheet of lies
meet with mattress of romance
to prepare prison ward for detention
Those trapped and tortured and tried
serve their sentences with no escape
as tears of love flow a life time
Such victims are numerous
stories many and reconciliation rare
The heart that is registration bureau
bear septic wounds that twinkle
as dark stars of flowing tears
in the ragged jungle of false love
False love ,and hast thou played me this
In the summer among the flowers?
I will repay this back again
in winter among the showers.
Unless again again ,my love
unless you turn again;
as with others maidens rove,
i'll smile on other men.
False love
False love,and thou played me this
In the summer among the flower?
I will repay thee back again
In winter among the showers.
Unless again, again, my love.
Unless you turn again:
As you with other maidens rove,
I'll smile on other men.
sir walter scott ,
A seeming kindness and gentleness wooed me
and like a wounded dove beneath your hand, I quivered.
To calm a flight filled heart was your decree
and yet conquest and not contact was delivered,
wanting, waiting, for your touch, I shivered.
You tell me you love me,
But then you walk away,
You gave me a false promise,
You said you would stay.
I give you my heart,
But you toss it on the ground,
Like it is nothing,
Then say, “True love can never be found.”
You hug me tight,
But then you push me back,
You say I am beautiful,
Then you call me fat.
You said we were meant to be together,
You call me the apple of your eye,
But then I find out,
Your words were a lie.
I’m tired of being hurt,
Especially by you,
After all the false love,
You tell me we’re through.
All is well that remaineth true,
In matters of heart and soul alike,
But when feelings are false and love is through,
Cupid's arrow no longer charms but strikes,
And with such a blow as if to say,
"Thou shalt never love again",
But wits retained, a heart broken as it may,
The spirit remains, transcending the pain,
And the phoenix shall rise, from ashes revived,
Where fair Troy once held it's ground,
To be free of pain and love contrived,
For vices lost now mean virtue found.
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