
I realise the way your eyes deceive me,
brooding eyes masked in their vanity,
layer upon layer hide distinct insanity,
fired and poised ready to seize
a gaze so eagerly waiting to please
with tender looks that I mistook for love,
looks as cold as the earth’s clay
the blackest scour of emotion so callous
was driven to plunge deep within a real heart
waiting for love –
take away the flowers that you gave me
now that I rest here with a broken heart’s
curse of death’s numb pain, save your roses
for the next willing victim of your bastard eyes’
aim and find the kind that you’ve been
dreaming of.
Inspired by Marie Osmond sweet song lol.
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Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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Powerful Anita,
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Thank you, Paul. You can have too much nice lol.
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