The birds carried the whispers of your infidelity
The stab was too painful to endure
So I waved them away
Wondering why they schemed against you
The wind floated by in a gentle breeze
Telling the same story
I knew but again I chose to ignore
Half-truth half-lie
The dandelions giggled past
The same news try had come to share
Their judgement could not be refuted
So I went to see for myself
Seeing is believing
I comforted myself with your affection
Steeling myself for what was too come
Deceiving myself the whole time
Turned my back against the scene
But a sharp pain pierced my back
A sharp silver knife
A perfect aim
The red River flowed
No attention did you pay me
The knife twisted and turned
Inducing a deeper injury and an overflowing river
Was I only a ladder
Specially designed for you to climb higher
Was I only a door
Opening all the opportunities you needed.
Your infidelity may have been a fatality
However, you've offended the wrong foe
Watch each step carefully
You never know when oil might make you slip.
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Musings Of An Ambivert
PoetryCombination of rubbish poems by a rubbish poet. These are mainly about events that happened to me and things I think people need to acknowledge. Ranging from heartbreak to love to dangerous words to processing feelings to showing scars. Enjoy!
