It must of never have been love, but only the lust.The tempation, the intoxicating thoughts..The passion, and our late night plots
I like the way you wrote this..maybe it was just lust..not love ..lust is in the moment ..love is the emotional attachment...plus it sounds like u been keeping secrets..hmm :)
This is so devastating, but so beautiful. It truly is the worst of times that make the best writing. In my opinion any way. You are a very gifted and talented poet.
It's a good read. as far as format goes I will offer this suggestion
You stand there stunned and unable to speak.
I look back at you feeling hopeless and weak.
How could you have loved me after what I've done.How can you still remember all of our fun.
Happiness is but the sweet candy of the soul.
Shimmering, glimmering and losing control.
I betrayed your trust I broke your heart.
My ignorance is what caused us to part.
But yet you can stand there with tears in your eyes.
Maybe you are looking back at all of my lies.
I never meant to hurt you, to puncture your trust.
It must of never have been love, but only the lust.
The tempation, the intoxicating thoughts..
The passion, and our late night plots.
I burned it at the stake in my own selfish greed.
You were my knight upon a noble steed.
But look at this mess and the pain deep inside.
All because of the things I was willing to hide.
That format will make it easier for your reader to see the natural breaks in the poem. Now as far as the actual story here being told. I have to say I feel sorry for the knight, and would love to hear the story behind the poem. Anyways I hope everything works out for the best. Ty for this poem. It is a very good read.
It must of never have been love, but only the lust.The tempation, the intoxicating thoughts..The passion, and our late night plots
I like the way you wrote this..maybe it was just lust..not love ..lust is in the moment ..love is the emotional attachment...plus it sounds like u been keeping secrets..hmm :)
Autumn by birth, but call me what you like.
You can call me conceited, whatever, I call it confidence.
You can call me a b***h, whatever, I call it honesty.
Honestly, I don't care what you call me,.. more..