Like a snake burying itself
beneath the sand of the desert,
she trapped you to her.
You would've thought the sweet
perfume and the admiring eyes
of her were for you.
Oh, no.
They are just vultures scavenging
for your soothing loot.
But they disguise themselves so
well,
you would've never thought it
was true.
Now you are blinded,
By her seducing light that seared
your skin through and through.
I told you, Sheis, watch out.
No, you are now being picked by
different thorns few and few.
Eventually, your wounds will
become pointless to heal,
Because your blood is drained by
her cruel crew.
Laughable how those sparkling
bright eyes made you think she
would ever do you good.
How foolish, now taste the cruelty
of that woman inside,
She would never allow
your love to soothe
her too.
YOU ARE READING
You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
