A river of tears cries on the page
Cracks in my heart again
Will my lesson never be learned
Mindless thoughts wonder when.
Carelessly, I wonder back where it
all began, a handsome gentle man
that had so much to give
But no gentleness was in his soul, only
a devil’s wrath. He took the love that
I had, but never once gave back.
Yesterday, his words poured forth
from his silver tongue, and his
words music to my ears, how was
I to know the evil he had done.
I drowned in a pool of his deep blue eyes,
as he gently kissed my lips,
But the lies and deceit within his heart, no,
this I’ll never forgive.
I asked him to envelope me, and hold me
all night long. But his tongue of gold knifed
me in the back, how could I have been so wrong.
He slapped me across the face with his acid tongue,
The devil’s laugh was a cruel one. The cutting words
spewed from his mouth. My eyes flooded with
salty tears, did he care what he’d done?
“Do you really believe the things I say?
What a child you are! For wanderlust is my song,
I take what I want, forget the
past and then move on.”
So I sit here with a shattered heart, tears cry
from my pen. Red with anger shines my face,
and all of my rage sets in. and if I see him ever again,
his days of “wanderlust” will swiftly come to an end.
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Kat
Well done
Nice meeting you Mary
Nick
Sheri
Thanks for sharing,,,and your visit to my silly offering!!
Love Tinka
Regis
Like the quill of the poet had a pain of its own.
Georg
And like your last stanza expresses so well,
"his days of “wanderlust” will swiftly come to an end.
wonderlust doesn't last forever.
Great poem. The depth of pain is well expressed.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love,
Christine
Prose done so exceptionally well - excellent my friend!!
Hugs,
Lance
Sandie Angel :o(
Edwin
Love & Peace be with you
William
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(