"Fortunate To Be... part 1.0"
Dark.
Barren,
Of the soul
That I let
Them rip from me.
This poet screams
Words
That cannot be heard.
Cries
That match the lies
You told:
As you vehemently say
You love me...
Cold hearted
A*s-hole
May you want
For everything,
And get
Nothing.
For it is all
You deserve.
Liar,
Look me in the eyes
And promise me
It won't happen again...
She means nothing to you?
If that is so...
Then were do I stand.
This Poet
Does not understand
This man
Who caresses
With the strike of a snake
June 9th 2009
"Fortunate To Be... part 1.1"
She screams words
That cannot be heard
And cries because of
The lies you told...
I love you he says
And turns around
To spat on that love
Which he'd expressed
Only moments before
Walking out the door.
He lies and tells her
That the woman
Lying in his arms
Means nothing
Though she's been his lover
For longer that he's
Loved her.
She spits in his face
And calls him a liar
Only to be met
With the palm of his hand.
June 9th, 2009