It just seems too remote.
Too unlikely and distant...
That a sweet face could be pasted,
On one who manipulates.
With a squeezing done...
That could drip one's blood.
It seems cold as ice,
Some would use words to describe...
One with a gentle warm smile,
And inviting eyes.
Could also be the one that deceives.
Lies.
And could bury a hatchet into someone's back.
But...
Unfortunately,
There are those who can be...
Just like that.
'Oh no.
You can stay if you want to but I'm leaving.'
~Why do you want to leave so soon.?
We just got here.~
'I am in no mood to be seduced.
After the sipping of wine...
To find I've been played.'
~I don't know who made you feel you are that 'HOT'.
You're not.
If you're leaving...go!
I came to stay.~
'Be careful.
You have already been targeted.'
~Be careful.
You have already been targeted.
LOL...
You are just too much.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem