She was but Thief in the night
A con woman heartless and cold
She was but Thief in the night
Like a fast-moving tornado,
she blew into his boring life,
Then conned him of all his money
once she became his wife.
She played the part of lover sweet,
her words a velvet snare,
A perfect act, deception
masked beneath her golden hair.
She drained his pockets,
then stole his heart,
then vanished in the night,
Leaving only empty rooms
where love once burned so bright.
No trace, no trail, no single clue,
just echoes of her lies,
A broken man, a shattered dream
beneath the darkened skies.
And now he warns the foolish hearts,
who fall for beauty’s glow,
love that’s bought with whispered words
Is not love it is just a fatal show.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (6)
Great writing, you really are talented.
Lesson learned for him.. Great poem!! 👏👏💞
This a fantastic poem. The contrat between love's sweet allure and the painful aftermath is striking. Your words ecoke deep emotion, leaving a lasting impression, Truly a thought- provoking piece that warns against the dangers of deciit.well written,you are the ''Queen of the poems'' and goodluck.
Phenomenal writing Marie! 💕💖
Good job of showing a woman getting what she deserves right or wrong.
Fabulous 👏