Oh love....
Speak to me not with your serpent tongue,
For I know the venom from your fangs.
Beckon me not to your bait,
I have been a victim of your tricks and lies.
Hold me not captive,
I loathe your cold touch.
Tempt not my greed,
For beauty has made me fall a thousand times.
I refuse to lend you my heart,
Not another time!
You are such a violent fellow,
Hating peace and loving sorrow!
How many hearts have you broken?
Too much pain unspoken.
You ruin and go unpunished,
Your reputation untarnished.
Oh love....
You are such a violent fellow,
Hating peace and loving sorrow!
Your lies I resist,
From your lust I desist.
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Author:
Bernard Gabriel Okurut (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: " beckon me not to your bait, I have been a victim of your tricks and lies".
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Very nice! Love conquers all, it can build you up so high, it can tear you down just the same. Thank you for sharing your work!
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