As myself, my love for poetry is powerful at least, and my unbound love for it shows to the people around me.
Although my poetry is rare, when I do have a creative idea, I make it stick.
So without further ado, my poem.

Secret

Shadowed behind your serenity,
Must I not beg for this release,
Grasped in your clasped hands,
Will you not even loosen the lease,

What is it you are hiding,
Behind this… This veil of deceit,
The nectar, oh, so, sweet,
Leeched from my soul,

Why!

Why must your serpentine smile,
A Lamia by nature, Oh must I,
Try to recover the shards,
Of the heart your lies have shattered,

A typhoon of torment,
Whirls around my innocence,
This beast, the Devil, dormant,
Or so I thought it to be,

She-witch,
Your betrayal,
Condemned to the pits,
I hope you whimper, and flail,

Even eternity, the personification,
Lies in a desolate waste,
As it crumbles and falls,
From the endless lies woven-

-Woven from the thread of betrayal,
A silent cry beacons,
As you hiss out your endless nothings,
A way out, I am seeking,


Ultimately, my dear,
I cannot undo the done,
This undermining, petty skirmish,
You… Have won,

I leave you now,
Farewell...
I cannot live in darkness,
For yourself, you’re out to sell,

…

Foolish are you, my sweet,
Pass out that door of light-
As you said,
But it is a passage of blindness…

Clouded in your judgement,
To callous to perceive,
This ‘secret’ I have kept,
Is what made you leave?

But your ignorance has gone,
Destroyed the hope I have seen,
My little secret, to be reviled…
Will you marry me?...

You have amounted,
Paranoia’s all you could say,
My unbound love for you…
Destroyed, in a day.

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