The Travesty Of Honesty Poem by Beau Aroyal

Your love won't reach
I warn you it will simply not be
Just thoughtfully think
Was it meant to be?
My warmth spreads
Indulging you

You believe that cries are yet to be heeded
As findings are needed
Pioneer go fetch your lands
Albeit, those lands don't dwell in me
Although if you must come and seek
Was it meant to be?

I shall present you my treasures
Ye shall believe in me
You think your love is ecstasy
But an Ace card can never succeed
Joker am I to believe I can exceed

Treasures are deceitful memories
I lied, you cannot find them in my abyss
Yet you still believe; I'll stay and plea
Listen to me
I will not say no more but only leave
Although if you must come and seek
I will wait accordingly

And yet you still believe
So I will plea for mercy upon thee
For you to see and not believe such travesties
My land is no longer yours
Please leave me be

& yet you did forsake me, quite easily
For it was merely only me
Who had not renounced the very image of thee
For only your remembrance haunted me
Such a travesty is my honesty.
11/19/21