Her Blessing...Vs...Her Curse Poem by Gio Masserati

It's a blessing
Or a curse
Everything she touches
Makes her feel worse
Even though
It turns to gold
Let the twisted story unfold

Love touches her hand
Her friends covetous hearts
Crave each and every man
That she engaged with
Though never married
Until she
Disappeared
Into single oblivion
Protecting her dangling heart
Holding on by a thread
Her fears
(She cpts deed denied
More than 3 times)
Were worth believing
For they fortold her future
Thorn
And how each love would
End.
With the man
Telling her in warnings
About her unfaithful friend
Or untrustworthy friends
Plural
She knowd
She knew
But denied her pain
Summed and called it jealousy
Covered her feelings
With inexplicable love
......
Even though they remain
The "friends"
And the feelings.
......
But she let go
Of every man
That steals
A bit of her heart
Every time
Of the man
......
Let go
......
Everything she touches
Turns to gold
......
For her it's more like it becomes
A cold gold
Love to her
Covetous of them
Steals her heart blind
Not the man
As much as the friends
......

Why?

Why every man?

Why? Why? Why?

Why do they think they can?

They want every man

Not her best interest

They take from her hand

Her gold feels so lonely, helpless and cold

This has gotten so rotten and old

If her future fortold

Maybe she will never marry

For her heart is mostly broke

And why?

Why?

Are they all still

Her friends?