A lovers lie

Those broken hearted beggars all
Didst suckle on the honeyed tongues
And swallow down sweet poison air
To spit it out at lovers fair

Whilst charmers call to coiling snakes
Whose venom doth the lie creates
Whose Hissing fangs inseminate
And feed the serpents lust

To weep and cry and moan and sigh
O' Cupid, see the arrow fly
But walls of fire do inflame
desire that no men can tame



Poetry by ttius
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Written on 2014-08-02 at 02:47

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A very formally written poem of a very common occurrence. Yes, there have always been those who take advantage of the lonely and sad with their lover's lies. Beautifully written poem.
2014-08-02