He rode in with the sunset, spurs jinglin’ low,
A smile like the desert, where nothin’ can grow.
She’d heard his sweet talk once, thought she was wise,
But a cowboy’s charm is a devil in disguise.
He fooled her once with a wink and a grin,
Promised her love like the wide-open wind.
She swore she’d never fall again for his lies,
But the second time ’round, he caught her by surprise.
This time he spoke softer, said vows under skies,
Slipped a ring on her finger, put stars in her eyes.
She gave him her trust, her heart, and her hand,
Believed she was safe with her cowboy then.
A baby soon cried in the still of the night,
She rocked that child by the lantern light.
She thought it was love, thought it was true—
But dang, she was wrong… he fooled her times two.
Now the prairie wind whispers of lessons hard-earned,
Of bridges once trusted that’ll never return.
For a cowgirl’s heart, though broken and scarred,
Rides stronger alone than with love that’s charred.
I'm more fragile than you might think
Might not display much emotion
Ultimately I count on you for protection
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Don't be fooled by his smiling teeth.
They hide malevolence beneath.
And I advise that you never slight
him because of his squatty height.
If you're feeling fast and cocky,
recall, a croc is swift and stocky.
The curvature with the bumps seen well carved,
My innate restraints were blatantly starved.
Her faint silhouette, my lust suddenly craved,
With the entrance to her paradise paved.
She swayed like shadows of an hourglass cast,
My hands, drawn to her fullness, held steadfast.
With nature’s finest art upon her chest,
Sensuous sweats soaked through my thin white vest.
Suddenly, the sky grumbled and turned grey,
Lightning sent sudden glimmers down my way.
I was tricked by the deceit of darkness;
'Twas the rain that showed my mental starkness.
The rain poured down torrents of its own tears,
While my own tears remained unseen by peers.
Who would have believed that darkness fooled me?
Seeking the cure to such cravings, my plea
darkness whispers come
slip the raincoat on and dash
remorse step by step
There are people who profit, from weapons that kill, and others with narcotics, that sell at will.
There are people who steal and lie, and others bully innocents without batting an eye.
There are people in positions of high esteem, making millions off those who struggle, working a daily routine.
Power and greed, breed social dismay,
which society accepts, for it is dictated that way.
A donation or two gains a welcoming applause,
that appears to be given for a meaningful cause.
Don’t be fooled, for it is a calculated game,
for tax-free reasons being easy to claim.
Our world is warning, us to change our ways.
in all humanity, that the above, portrays.
Your eyes.
The way they shine so brightly,
when you see something that excites you.
Your hair.
The way it flows in the wind so beautifully.
Your lips.
The way they smile so wide when you’re happy.
Your kindness.
You care so much.
It makes me so happy.
You got me attached.
You fooled me with your charms.
You made me fall in love,
now I won’t fall out.
You saw me as a piece of paper,
Just the one you wrote and disposed;
I was fooled to feel I wasn't felt free,
And didn't belong to your heart.
I came with the mind to build a nation,
My plan all days, and night vanished,
As you preferred to change the motion;
Just because I was the lord of the ring.
My heart battered for the break,
Pillow soaked by blood of my tears;
Upon all my daily trials,
That what broke me would make me.
You've lost a treasure you won't regain,
A diamond in the rough;
A necklace you should have shown people,
That how happy you are with.
You've all heard the phrase “field of vision”
What we see with the naked eye
But some things that are beyond our vision
Have effects on both you and I
Must always try reading between the lines
Where real meanings often hide
People are not always honest and up front
Sometimes they take you for a ride
Most refrain from hurting other's feelings
But some have a nasty streak
Hidden meanings aren't always that obvious
Don't be fooled by doublespeak
So try getting down to the real meaning
Look past your “field of vision”
It will ultimately save you a big ton of grief
Make it your lifelong mission
Perfect faces, perfect places.
Flaws not seen.
Perfection on the outside,
Can hide much behind the screen.
Patrimonia’s beauty fooled men, who focused on her companions
Two wolves with enormous heads, who seemed ominously frightful.
Potential suiters did what they could to try to get past them
Not realizing the wolves were not the most dangerous of the three
Hair of auburn, amber eyes with golden glints, Patrimonia was magic.
Her skin was as delicate as her heart was unforgiving and diabolical.
Like a giant recluse spider, she ate men up one feeling at a time,
Tossing them over the castle gates after they were gasping for air.
Her girlish figure, and her satin gowns practically screamed princess.
Fearful of her guardians, not realizing both wolves were terrified of her.
Each male had to learn for himself, for they each wanted to believe
That beauty and goodness walk together
persona grata
normal circles accepted
devil inside her
Frozen stiff like a cement gargoyle
Unthawed and unreceptive
The stoic man turned a cold heart toward the throng
Determined to hold onto his bitter outlook
Closing his heart off
Pretending to be inhumane
A grimace on his face
A cherub wearing a pink snowsuit
Was not fooled by the man’s narrow mouth
She pushed her way to his feet
He looked down and saw the circle of white fur
Circling her face
She put up her arms
“Grandpa!”
This melted every bit of his façade.
He reached down and pulled her up
There was a collective gasp by the throng
No one had seen his humanness before.
Now that they had they would never forget
When I was younger I used to think I would look
Exactly like that catalogue model if I had that pink coat,
And those fuchsia polka dot gloves, and that fur hat.
So I would buy them, but my hair would stay the same.
My face did not get younger,
And they simply did not look the same on me.
An epiphany I had the other day.
These models do not eat food.
They serve them wallpaper, and make them throw it back up.
I smile thinking of this as I stare at my pink coat
In size double zero that I could have never worn in my life.
I only ordered it, so the man on the
Other end of the phone would not laugh
When I gave him my actual size.
Dhramned catalogues anyway!
By enemies who pretend to be friends
By the wickedness of this world
By the book that does not disclose
By the smile that is always smiling
By the joke that is been shared
By the laughter when appearance are made
By the tears on the face
By the confusion made by look alike
By the language that is being used
By the achievements that have been acquired
By the route that is been taken
By the plan that is been formulated
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