Double-Sided

Written 10/08/17

Beware of flattery, It’s bait

You’ll think it’s fate

Beware of romance, it’s fake

You’ll wish you left for your sake

 

Idealization is internecine

A flame to kerosene

Crinkled up papers alight

You should never write

 

I say beware, because I am bait

I am the preacher of fate

I say beware, because I am fake

It’s really just for my own sake

 

Take the blood, straight from my vein

Under kerosene and eyestrain 

Write all about my shortcomings

Don’t come up with endings

 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Can't tell if this one reflects bitterness or warning. It sounds as though someone got burned and is venting. Hopefully the wound will heal.

[G.W. Saitreux]

Phenomenal flow to your writing and the imagery of the words are vivid and full of energy. I loved it!