Their poison that is sweet in taste,
Takes advantage of my ignorance.
Deceives me, plays me then kills me,
Like a sheep ending up food for the wolves.
It seems funny how I fall to the same trap:
Is it the trap that has gotten better?
Or is it me that gotten weaker?
Oh I forgot; I placed the trap myself.
Stupidity… Letting yourself be your own victim
But its just loneliness that drives you to do it;
Longing for attention, for love and comfort,
Just simple things that makes a man happy.
This is just one plea coming from a man in vain,
Don’t make promises you can’t fulfill;
Because you just end up bringing more pain
And ending up the one I blame.
August 12,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great my type again, u know i start to like ur poems