Anthony Stafford

You not ready


All things are not what they seem have you every heard your eyes is bigger than your stomach. But this not what you want because when its done you still want more.


Our 'lives' are but a dream
/ mark my words /
not even a gold digger
ought we forsake
with pious rant,
because everyone
trips through desire's door.


You are not ready for the
whirlwinds
temptations
sinners
and demons.
Don't walk through desire's door, my sweet:
when the boy talks of passion he truly means burning.


but hold on, steady, there's a
few things that
need clarification;
candle-lit dinners
and romantic songs
won't tempt hell's fire to spoil the love you seek
if joy in heavenly attraction your heart is yearning



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.