As a child I was so naive.
I couldn't see the harm, or the devil enticing me.
His words dripped like venom, but his lips tasted sweet,
A charmer indeed he was, our story bittersweet.
He ignored the cracking of my heart, as I plunged his knife further,
Addicted to his toxins, I begged with such fervor.
It was my fault, and his, that we gave into the fire.
I, a songbird, and he, an evil choir.
Rose colored glasses, obscured my view, but once they were removed...
Me and my naivety fell through.
He was a bandit.
And he stole my heart,
But now I'll turn my pain into art.
YOU ARE READING
Dichotomy
PuisiThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
