Lied To Me Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

The clouds are his home whenever he is around her.

He walks in dreams of euphoria when he looks into her eyes.

His emotions are running like Niagara Falls when she touches him with her body.

She is his gravity that makes him elope to her kisses.

Her lightning avalanche of words subdued him and he bathed in her sobriety.

Cascading off her whispers he developed a whirlpool of melodies for her lips.

He abandoned life to create a legacy of love for her.

Her love was her catastrophe that found eyes of adoration elsewhere.

She unearthed her talents for another taste of unoccupied domain.

Pandora's Box of tangled web blinded her mind to reality.

Her stability became quicksand; her foundation is lost at sea without a sail.

His heart heard thunder and it shattered as she applied words of discontentment.

She glorified herself with another heart that transformed her thinking.

The pain of the beginning of his end sent his world into an abyss of denial.

The sun need not shine for thou art without hope of love that endures to the end.

My Juliet has lied to me and my heart must depart this world of cold truth.


Written by Theodore Mosley
June 14,2017