Trapped For Bait Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A well made fake it is,
To get love disguised.
And not realize,
It's far from genuine.
And had not been intended.

A well made fake it is,
To give what is denied.
And not think one who uses eyes,
Lies.

A vow to get is crowded,
When it's spoken by someone...
Others know it's just a joke.
To rope a dope.

A sacred vow gets crowded,
When others start to laugh.
As one who hears devotion spoken,
Feels a sadness had.

And one awaiting love,
Is trapped for bait.
Too late to turn away,
From a bad mistake.
And...
One awaiting love,
Is trapped for bait.
Not love.
But trapped for bait.
Not love.
Too late.

A well made fake it is,
To get love disguised.
And not realize,
It's far from genuine.
And had not been intended.

And...
One awaiting love,
Is trapped for bait.
Not love.
But trapped for bait.
Not love.
Too late.

Trapped for bait.
Not love.
But trapped for bait.

Trapped for bait.
Not love.
But trapped for bait.