| “Love is
blind”; why could it not remain that way? The downside of falling in love is; later you’ll fall out of it again. The smile that first captured me now haunts as I close my eyes. The warmth in my heart has been replaced by a wail in pain. Each day now; I bear witness as you play your game all over again. I wish I was still on the receiving end of it; now, smiles are for another. I keep my face straight; I smile only at the appropriate moments. My pain I obscure, realize; that too, is part of your game, no longer I play. This poor guy you’ll take through unbearable highs and low; without his complaint. He’ll feel a warm desire; a fluttering inside, while you remain all so distant. He will learn; your attention comes at a cost… alike the selling of his soul. I am a spectator now… how silly I must have appeared in my own time. Oh, believe me; this game I could play again… over-and-over. Not playing hurts; it is the absence of your attention that brings me down. Now; someone else will taste the sweet poison, the longing without quench. And I; I will witness it all, how the blessing of beauty is applied as a weapon. You are unaware of my misery; even though I’ve declared it so many times. My ultimate conclusion… the state of my heart is not your concern after all. This pain-ridden heart seeks vengeance; while my mind knows it is unwise. I am thankful of my mind’s sanity; rescue from this spell; it did, at least. Heed my warning my male counterparts; be weary of a beautiful woman. Steer clear of her entrancement, for she will lure you into her charm. While it rings not true for all; how do you tell before your heart is lost? It is not love, but lust; in a veneer of something it can never be. The pain in my heart is but a result; of a foolish choice, years ago. Two have played this game; I have met the cost… soon she’ll meet hers. Distress… I bear alone; unaware of consequences she plays the game still. I will overcome the agony, intact; now, I pray, the price for her not too deer. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |