Your hair is fine, and sleek, and nicely combed,
Your eyes like stars in heaven's steely blue,
Your lips a promise of sweet kisses loaned
Against security, and so like you,
The usurer applies his interest
Upon the loan, quick double compounding
What now is owed, according to his best
Estimate, fair justice quite confounding.
Yes, your ugliness shines through the prism
Of your acts and deeds, and concertedly
Informs the world in kaleidoscopic
Hues your truth foresworn, your allotropic
Infidelity, shown repeatedly
In sad, convoluted cynicism.
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Author:
tundrol (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Who has not known this type of hypocrisy of love at some time during his or her life? Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
- Category: Love
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