Deception

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Deception

Deception

Kiss me and tell me you love me because with out you id rather die
folding under illusive pressures living for dreadful pleasures that only exist in an unforgiving lie
I live for the day my sun will rise and chase away the dark blanket that covers my life
knowing behind your beautiful smile, almond shape eyes, and cocoa butter sweet smelling skin lies the torturing monster that i wish so dearly to fight

killing me slowly but to see one simple smile id gladly die
spending bright morning hours climbing my crystal stair but lingering in evening hours drowning in tears from mine own eye
pain stings relentless stings remind me of the consequence of reaching ones hand into your sweet honey jar
But satisfactions cloakes my goodsense which seems to exist distantly and far
Deception!!! DECeption cries my reflection staring back at the empty shell containing a love broken heart
Deception gently echos through mine lonely room as your beautiful smle, almond shape eyes, and cocoa butter sweet smelling skin tears me apart

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Matilonatt commented on Deception

08-03-2009

This poem was wonderful. I know most people can relate to it, well i know i can...lol.

CaramelProse commented on Deception

07-30-2009

Lovely! Written so eloquently, I wouldn't understand why 'typos' would matter to anybody...

vincent01

08/03/2009

Thanks alot!!!

hattyej commented on Deception

07-25-2009

The only disadvantage of this site is the inability to go back and correct typos....this is a very well worded peice...I can feel the emotions of loving someone that has the ability to ripe a heart apart...the title fits the words....great job!

vincent01

07/26/2009

thanks you i hate we cant go back and correct poems but im glad you liked Deception

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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