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Angela Moore Poem
Maybe I’m the world’s biggest fool; maybe my heart deceives my head,
Maybe I’m just paranoid; maybe I’m as dumb as you think I am.
Maybe she calls you everyday, and you whisper behind my back,
Maybe you tell her you love her still and you see her every chance you get.
Maybe after you hang up the phone, it is then that you turn to me,
Telling me all the lies, the things, you think maybe I will believe.
Maybe your lies; you justified, maybe I made it too easy in fact,
Maybe I didn’t see the forest for the trees, and yet, maybe you wanted that.
Maybe somewhere, between here and there, loyalty evaded your soul.
Maybe you were feigning integrity; for now you ignore moralities code.
Maybe things could’ve been different, maybe there were things I should have
said,
Maybe I should leave well enough alone, and delete these pictures in my head.
Maybe you’re just drawn that way; tendencies of your past profess?
Maybe you’ve no compassion for me; maybe you’ve no heart in your chest.
Maybe accepting this gift-my love, given unconditionally and for free,
Maybe you see no value in that which comes so easily.
Maybe my love’s worth, but a grain of salt to you, and maybe I won’t even be
missed,
Maybe my absence will be celebrated, a champagne toast to commemorate my
dismiss.
Maybe all the things you say and do, you do only for you,
And pretending that you do anything for me makes me a liar and a fool.
Maybe the act of clinging to what, little kindness you toss my way,
Maybe it is this weakness you’ve found, compelling you to exploit me this way.
Maybe you use this new, old love; in the same conveniently, disposable way,
Using us all to get what you want; abusing everyone who stands in your way.
Maybe you were never committed to us; maybe I bored you to tears,
Maybe you let your love for me, be consumed by all your fears.
Maybe I thought more of you, maybe more than anyone could expect,
And maybe I shouldn’t be angry or hurt; instead, maybe I’ve truly been blessed.
Maybe you saw such faith in me, watching as I was put to this test,
That in envy of such fortitude you vowed, to smash my conviction to bits.
Maybe when I prayed to God in love, having faith that He’d know best,
Maybe the answer to all my prayers was to be so sufferingly blessed.
Maybe this cross is too burdensome to bear, for such anguished distress its true,
Yet still I wonder how I will fare here now, with a heart that is broken in two.
Copyright © Angela Moore | Year Posted 2007
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Angela Moore Poem
You haven’t changed, you have just rearranged,
The victims you take, the hearts you break.
Walking on souls, taking all you can eat,
Who will be next, it sure won’t be me.
So go back to your demented life, with all the unholy secrets you keep,
You were just an illusion, in all my confusion, you were never meant for me.
The facade of an angel, yet an angel you’ll never be,
A bad memory, with an aftertaste, like a bad piece of meat.
A selfish, lying, self-centered, cheat,
What was I thinking, the joke is on me.
You devour every good thing, yes, all that life can bring,
Feeding ever ravenously, of lies, deception, and deceit.
One day you will pay, for all you’ve acquired,
Yet this will not include my heart, my soul or desires,
No, what you’ll pay in all your gains, is that which you have seized,
Yes all that you have taken, from the mouths of my babes cheeks.
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Now this evil is gone, from my presence and my home,
Now you must feed off of some other, goodbye dirty one.
Because you are a fake, a fraud, an unloving hog,
You just screwed up another life, without even a thought.
And without care, you devour and consume,
Taking from all, who fall victim to your ruin.
So go back from where you came, you devil in a dress,
Think you know just how to live, yet your life is just a mess.
The disaster you spread, the ruin of many lives,
The people you hurt, it’s your evil that drives.
You and your mother are one and the same,
Take a look in the mirror, you’ll see her shame.
The hate that you breed, creates weakness and need,
Please stay away, from my children and me.
Thought you were someone, a solid person from good seed,
At one time I loved you, what a fool I must be,
I’ve saturated my life, with the unholy secrets you keep.
Goodbye you dark, absorbing, cheat,
Goodbye despairing darkness you bear.
Goodbye you thinker, of having done no wrong.
Wish you were someone else, someone who was strong.
I wish I had that girl, the one in whom I believed,
For the one I fell in love with, was playing a part in a scene.
You were but a facade, an illusion of what I’d dreamed,
Another bad judgment call, because of the unholy secrets you keep.
Copyright © Angela Moore | Year Posted 2005
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