Her gaze caught him unaware,
For an instant, nothing existed
For him but her soft stare.
He was lost, totally subjugated.
Her insolent beauty, like a queen
Had him enthralled and tortured.
She flaunted her sweet eighteen,
He was like a lamb slaughtered.
He was unable to look away.
He became her lover that year.
Though he knew he was led astray,
To lose her was his biggest fear.
Did she love him or did she play
Him? She knew he was not free,
She toyed with him like with a prey,
Of his destruction, she was the key.
I wonder if he still cries for her?
Alone, at night, is he wishing
For his Facebook girl to reappear?
Maybe he still searches for her, hoping...
Note: This was inspired by (and written for) my fellow poet and BFF Lokendra Porush who is trying to write his first novel.
©A Single Teardrop/Lokendra Porush/Fsamuel
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The Goddess Within (and my words became me...)
PoesíaI enjoy is writing poems on life, love. Some are fun, some are sweet but they all make the world go around. N.B The cover was made for me by BetiBup33 at The book Cover Design.
