A False Lover Poem by meti Rahmawati
A False Lover
Full of pretence
full of lies
spurious
full of deception
full of cowardice
your bashfulness is like a cat
grief like crocodile tears
your behavior is like a mouse
your anger is like a hungry tiger
your love is not sincere
i'm just as your anger outlet
to your ex girl friend, who had betrayed the sincere love of him
i m like your doll
can set what u want
so i want to obey all your wishes
to make your ex girlfrend jealous
then u expect her to come back again in your arms
you pretend to be my true lover in front of her
but when not in front of her
you re not like my lover
no matter, no romantic and no warm again
all the fake tears and sadness
you really have destroyed my heart
you really have hurt my feelings
you really insane
damage my holy love and my sincere love
playing arround with the feeling and love
regardless of the pain my heart
your love is a counterfeiter
you will be upset if i ignore all of your orders
you will demonstrate your anger by shouting loudly, hitting, kicking and throwing all the stuff
oh so spooky and scary
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4/25/2024 1:26:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Woe to one being reciprocated with false love. Check this sonnet on this topic: Drunken Sonnet When in my lowest stock of wine and praise I just content myself with this cheap beer And wish in some hotel I with my raise In yuletide, enjoying a good cheer; But most I get from work that I contend, Is reprimand from bossy chief and staff, And scorn from lady love whom I pretend, To have, when all I get from her is chaff; And thinking of this love, this love of fools, That no angel finds worthy of a cent, Spit out, might I, in any of my drools, And wonder how my glossy life have went; .... Seeing your face, and hearing your tirade, .... I might with bandits give my life to trade.