No ‘maybe’ awaits me giving it.
I know what it is inside me that lives.
But I will tell you this…
No masquerade portrayed,
Upon my heart…
Comes to be made.
That is not allowed.
I wont let that start!
When I say I love…
I do!
And you,
Can forget about using me to play…
Charades or any other game,
You choose to display.
When I say I love…
I do!
And you are not that good…
To continue in a disguise I recognize,
Given by shallow givers I knew
Who tried to hide a past,
Smoothed over by obvious lies.
Why does anyone think that will last?
When false eyes I detect…
Appear so quickly,
After one’s need has been fed
With the act of sweated sex!
In a wet bed of regrets.
‘Next! ‘
Put your pretentions to rest!
You are not that good.

Similar Posts

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *