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keep masquerading
hear those black hearted words from sweet red lips
like a sirens song in ultimate persuasion
listen as her words whisper there erasure
revealing a desire that burns in the taking
short of breath and on with life as the heartbeat skips
her parting words they command another equation
sight in this night of lace it is my hearts embrasure
her voice in a subtle monotone as my heart lay breaking
my soul looped and tied tight with her gypsy’s ribbon
with the reach of her hand feel the velvet wrinkle sigh
the ghostly moonlit wind calling in the summer’s sadness
as she says, "it is best for us both, it is me, not you, that is aching"
the night crawled like years she’d taken more than she’d given
a star studded sky like jewels that twinkle in her eye
as my heart died in the darkness there this love in the valley of madness
leaving me alone with a feeling that I’ll have to keep masquerading
just what men do
at least what this man did and to some extent still does
we keep it all bottled up on the inside
well, I have the release of my poetry
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Yes, U Have Poetry
The cadence, the soft vowels, the mellowness against the portrait of two emotional bases - incredible images, meant to be read aloud. Well penned, well received - Just Bein' Stella