They say that it
takes the form of;
unexpressed actions
sugar-coated words
engaging glimpses
hugs and kisses,
but sometimes you can
find it in a very long queue.
As they say, once it
cradles you tenderly,
feeds on you completely
and sings you a
demulcent lullaby,
you'd squirm and tingle
like a dwindled strings of
complicated vines.
Some may even say
that it brings a stash of
wonderful feelings that
envelops an innocent sane
soul, an abstract substance
that can make everyone
crazy for days and nights.
Yet as seasons change,
and so it does.
Behind every curtain of
its beautiful scenes were
actually a pile of lies and
in every reality it shows
was only a made up one,
the lullabies it once
sang were actually
requiems for your cries,
and the haven it promised
you was a hell in disguise.
It's called pain dressed as love.
YOU ARE READING
Blued Lines
PoesíaTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
