Masks cover tears,
But do not shield us from lingering ears.
Words echo regardless of light or dark,
Capturing moments of hateful snark.
Main character is what I am,
Extras you are, in this checkered scam.
Report back to your dark mistresses
And tell them how I stole their lover's kisses.
I care not for excuses,
When it comes to art for my muses.
I hear you chide in the comfort of afar,
A thousand tales never told, from your parked tzar.
Is that you, my admirer?
Will you ignore me while you comfort her?
My red lips stain this board,
While you worship white tints as your Lord.
I strut as if I had your height,
While you slouch to meet my sight.
Give her my warmest regards
And do not best me with fixed cards.
Look me in the eyes next time
And tell me whose betting resulted in a crime.
CITEȘTI
An Ode to Muses to Kleio
PoezieThis poetry collection explores love, lust, betrayal, and a dash of rage. Bonus points if you're a Greek mythology fan! Written from a female perspective, it goes through the motions of complicated relationships, cheating, longing, and moments of pa...
