Deception told me I could trust him, But he lied, mislead me,
Concealed his true identity,
Drove me into falsehood,
And caught me in his web of fabrication.
Deceit tormented me,
Eased my suffering for his personal gain,
A damsel in distress he could torture with an act of devotion.
But I was nothing more than a conquest.
Treachery was his truth,
“Talk to me” was the drug he used,
Destroying any self defence I had,
His words, disguised as a blanket of comfort,
Smothered me, held me in place,
It was a trap.
Time was the hidden dagger,
Held behind my back as I spoke,
But she, unaware, devoted,
Was his past and present,
His cherished treasure.
And I, unknowingly, the other woman.
Beautiful
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Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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The words pierced right through my heart π
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That sucks to be the other
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It does indeed. Yet all experiences act as life lessons.
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Unfortunately it does
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Thank you for dropping by my blog.
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No problem, keep up the good work!
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Is it personal experience?
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Hi, yes it was a personal experience.
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It must be hard. Are you a full time writer?
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It wasn’t ideal but I believe everything happens for a reason, it’s just important to learn from these lessons and, no I’m actually a full time business student at present so writing is more of a therapeutic hobby. π
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I really appreciate your non-commercial style of writing. .ππ
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Thank you, I’m glad!
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you are a wonderful poet.
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Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoyed this piece.
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your welcome
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Wow! That is powerful
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Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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aww….killing words… π
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Indeed π
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beautifully worded.
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Thank you π
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Nice one
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beautiful ….
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