I was a
fool, you had me follow,
Sucked me
and left me hollow,
You had what
you craved for,
Broke me and
left me to wallow.
You knew I
had those feelings,
Brought me
on the knees kneeling,
Leaving me
nursing a scar,
That will
never be healing.
So thanks
for all you gave to me,
I’ll take
theses scars to my grave to be,
But no,
won’t take no more of them,
It’s time
for me to unleash mayhem.
I know you
will come back,
Try and
catch me in your trap,
But guess
what the fly I’m not,
Your silken
threads will be left to rot.
This time I
will be prepared,
Know these
scars can’t be repaired,
Will kiss
thy venomous lips,
To keep my
pain always flared.
So thanks
for all you did to me,
This pain I will
make you feel,
And no you
won’t get to run,
It’s time
for love to witness mayhem.
Arch, the pain and power of love is captured well within your poem. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThanks. I am happy you appreciated the pain behind my words
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