I thought you were my lonely dream.
Before I saw your rot, whispering with velvet lies-
Cast aside truth’s cruel words, for a devil’s scheme.
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I came upon you innocent, a lamb of hopes and gleam,
Bewitched with love-soaked buttered cries-
I thought you were my lonely dream.
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Your thoughts and mine coalesce into shallow stream.
Drifting on in broken compromise,
Cast aside truth’s cruel words, for a devil’s scheme.
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The world can be so cruel and mean,
Yet you! A shiny and true knight in pure disguise,
I thought you were my lonely dream.
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Bridges burned to log and beam,
The feasting left to flies,
Cast aside truth’s cruel words, for a devil’s scheme.
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Articulated deceit in our bloodstream,
Too late to turn, I sigh.
I thought you were my lonely dream.
Cast aside truth’s cruel words, for a devil’s scheme.
About the Creator
Rachael MacDonald
Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.



Comments (4)
lovely and brilliant
'buttered cries' - wow! What a description. This whole piece is a masterclass in descriptive writing - well done!
This was an utter masterpiece, start to finish. Wow!
This was so poignant and emotional. Loved your poem!