Deceit, Commitment, Love...
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I sit to reflect, relationships come and go…
Who is more faithful?
Men or woman?
None is, men are more masculine and prostitute the woman.
There is neither more seriousness nor assurance,
Only the prospect to be the strongest
And what is love would be no more,
Solely was and the emotion without being what at one time was.
I undergo the fear of deceit,
Is so sinister and dreadful that burns akin to a blaze to a meadow in my interior,
That snatches my entrails bit by bit,
Resembling a monster from the shadows,
Similar to an enormous black crow that devours me inside.
What is a commitment?
Something that was, no more would be,
Is merely a kiss of an escape that came and went.
Only the tomorrow would show me, if the one who was here by my side was truthful.
Most likely I was yet again ingenuous.
It hurts, it hurts me so like an infuriated sea in a tempest.
The loneliness is the one who wraps me,
Shows me the face of deceit
And shows me like a sister not to believe,
Not succumb, to not give more of what I receive.
I offer more, I give further and further…
Who I’m I?
An imbecile who’s blind, deaf!
Where love went, the compromise, all genuine feelings?
Where the man that I knew went?
I know, I know, it was only a masque that you used,
So In that matter you could enchant me and I fall in your claws
Like a bewildered mouse.
Like the ingenious devil you knew how to illustrate me your most marvelous and beautiful side,
Elevated me to the heavens and without notice you made me come to the earth with the most brutal manner.
Hostile, malicious, destructive… false…
Deceit come and goes and your eyes untouched to every sentiment within me.
You don’t have sympathy of what hurts me,
You chuckle like you were my executioner in the bright of daylight
And my heart exposed, made into pieces,
Been eaten by wolves and malicious beasts
That helped you shatter me.
As a phoenix I’ll come out from my remains
And my adversary from my evilness will admire me,
Is the same narrative without ending.
That’s why there are countless powerful and cruel women,
We are man devourers.
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there is a lot in this..quite biting.
Very in depth, this is good.
This poem is a deep experience, the tone is so consistent and the message so pure.
Deep feelings. I understand but let me read it in spanish.
very cool, but i'm a little scared * looks over shoulder* haha just kidding, i bite back so i'm good. :P very passionate indeed. love it.
It is a moving poem. It awakening one's deep filling about men!
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\Brenda Scully 2 years ago
have to read that again.....