My heart had tread waters
wavering doubts in hailstorms
To test the loyalty of a lover
who boasted of strong, shiny horns.
A mystic departure
took our journey to artful war.
We reigned by each other
with lustfully twisted thorns.
Our capsule was potent,
leaving us breathless in the sky
Like temporary tenants
drugging our veins in disguise.
Our pleasured brains stagnant
with little desire to fight
Temptations so malignant
for these addictive highs.
A different kind of surrender
each time the waves surged in,
Forgotten guilt grew fonder
of the passion for more sin.
Second chances felt colder
when distance turned to hints
That our end repeats over
falsehoods we started with.
Lies built on truths
was the mantra and empty promise
Discovering rotten loot
in the fine print of our sonnet.
We may never gain clarity
of why we both chose to lie
But my worth soars freely
broken from our tie.
About the Creator
Rhea
I write poetry, short stories and miscellaneous articles

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