due to an "aura" migraine
yesterday
i am posting late for poetry thursday,
i am also
prompt-less
as finding a poetry reading where i live
would be difficult feat to manage
(to say the very least)
so.
here is an old one
written when i was in a different frame of mind...
you kissed me like a fiend
on your couch of lies-
and i beleived all of your deception
the beautiful untruths
i've grown to despise
one acid kiss and i fall prey-
victim to your whims
puppet in your play
and you call me destructive.
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6 comments:
I like the poem!!
I hope you're feeling better today.
Ew - sorry about the migraine. I used to get those all the time - auras and all.
ouch. are you feeling better?
old poem or not, like always, your poetry paints pictures that are easily imagined. i especially liked the last line for some reason. subtle, yet strongly said.
nfantastic!!
I loved beautiful untruths. Very nice ring....
whoa that's a powerful one!
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