The Lie In Your Bed

What beauty lies, in shadows kept,
Which mocks the weak and the inept,
Which plots its rise and plans your fall,
Which breaks your heart and conquers all.

For love may be, through duplicity, born,
A love one-sided, meeting only scorn
From the object of desire who loves you not,
A woman, coal-hearted, spreading mould, dry rot

In your soul, which crumbles, yet yearns for her still,
While onward she goes, to ingest, to distil
Yet another poor fool who is lost in her eyes,
For beauty is often naught but an DREADFUL disguise…

– © MB 2011

~ by benjaminlouche on October 24, 2011.

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