Deception | JayM
To End The Day:
What is joy
Asked the bee,
Anything that can enchant my soul
The flower replied.
The abandoned petal laughed
Said,
Brutus was his happiness
He was Caesar.
To End The Day:
What is joy
Asked the bee,
Anything that can enchant my soul
The flower replied.
The abandoned petal laughed
Said,
Brutus was his happiness
He was Caesar.
I give, and I give
While expecting
Nothing in return,
But the moment I
Come requesting
A very small favor
All I get is silence,
The cold shoulder
From my so-called
Friends in alliance.
I know you owe me
Nothing, but I can’t
Help feeling utterly
Rejected, dejected,
And ultimately used.
You know that I would
Not treat you that way.
Hence, this lonesome
Letter from the abused.
You’ve lied to me,
lied to me lied to me
I quit my job, sold my house
moved to another state,
left my family.
You’ve lied to me: lied to me: lied to me:
your embrace a trick to steal from me,
your kiss as faithful as a warming winter,
your smile a rictus mocking,
Crease of Skin.