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Virog Turner Poem
I felt the sugar on your lip,
Not the venom in your heart,
At last struck me like a dart
My heart you managed to rip.
I’m numb, a little meek,
Not passive as you feel.
I just want to heal,
Payback I do not seek.
Your sedition came out of the blue,
Willy veiled in my dearest faith,
Forced me see my own wraith,
I just wish I knew; you were never true.
I tried to cushion the blow,
Blamed me for your perfidy.
That was my tragedy,
I hope my pain you will never know.
Copyright © Virog Turner | Year Posted 2022
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Virog Turner Poem
I went to a crazy bar in a fancy car with a supermodel.
I had everything I wished, except it felt so bare and hollow.
Woke up and cried, though I know, no one heard my sorrow,
How I hoped I was brave and had some left for someone to borrow.
I just don’t seem to like anybody,
But why do I tell myself I need somebody?
This paradox makes me so confused about everybody,
And I can’t treat myself ‘cause I don’t have any money.
Walking down the road all by myself, I see nobody.
Yet I glance around, hoping I can spot a bunny,
In the middle of the road, people think I’m loony.
But I know, I need a rope, I feel so lonely.
I know my shadow has got my back, sitting right beside my rack
Hard as I try, I can’t seem to stop reeling from the knack.
I know I’m all I need, so I buckle up and get my sack.
Though I keep it in, my heart feels like it’s being rolled like tarmac.
I lie to me, so I can sleep peacefully, about all around me
How hard I try, to keep it in, but just can’t stop feeling lonely.
I want no one but need someone to hear my baloney,
How hard I wish, it was someone, other than my own one and only.
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Virog Turner Poem
I wish you were perfect
So, I don’t have to lie
I wish you realize
That I need you to be mine
Tell me your fantasy, I’ll make it alive
I’m no wizard, but I sure can try.
Without a glance from your eyes
I cannot survive
I wish you sense that,
Will be worth your while.
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Virog Turner Poem
Wishing for the light to glow when it’s burning low,
Took it granted whilst it breathed and moaned.
Could have kept it bright with a little fright,
How am I to blame, the wind had far less shame.
Is it the warmth I miss, or your colorful fingertips?
Or just the eyes I know will now cease to exist.
I wish to see your final swansong ablaze,
Just once before you are finally unfazed.
Copyright © Virog Turner | Year Posted 2022
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