Friday, August 12, 2011

SUPER VILLAIN

I sit here by the sunset
With memories by the score
Of the love I gave but never got
But I gave my all
Much more than I've got
Still I end up folorn

O daughters of Eve
Offsprings of the garden love
You who worm into our core
Partake of our store
Fly off by the light of dawn
And leave our heart with a bore

Perhaps there's nought like love
Perhaps tis a tool, vamps for
-I hesitate to say whore
Oh! Spare me the gore
And with a gun just rob
Than spin me mushy folklore
That hurts the more
When you leave us null
Dour, sour
And of heart poor.

(something from the archives)

6 comments:

  1. Is that what you really think from your sum experiences with woman? I find it hard to believe that they were all like that? You said it's from your archives but I wonder what made you dust off this particular poem and post it?

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  2. lol

    Thanks Myne

    Caramel Dear,
    I posted it for the love of poetry (mainly).
    Sure I still feel like that...sometime...but largely and by and large...I'm almost a new man.

    :p

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  3. Ummmm. I'm still struggling to get this.

    Not a hughe poetry buff.

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  4. I await a response from you...still.

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  5. @mimi,
    whats there not to get?

    @badder,
    ...Check ya inbox
    :p

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