Ruthless Gut wrenched and misused was how we chose to label love in new seasons of bloom Merciless and forlorn was the state of our existence The entertainment of music and dances in conversations deceived by truth The new face of blood suckers wean you dry of every sunlit part of your soul Where once you were a hero suddenly turned villain When not even a single breath of friendship existed but your will to heal Saving wounded souls is the formidable death of our characters Giving strength that leaves you questioning the very existence of God When we break and they effortlessly tell you “Not in my time” Yet you held their pain and sorrow with vigour you never believed you possessed The callous guise of women will bewilder you to laughter and tears It will drive you mad, gnashing your teeth - break you into a million little pieces Where later you will learn of scandalous demeanour How you never meant anything at all but a means to an end Never trust a woman that seduces the unquenched fractions of your neglected spaces They rivet all weaknesses and savour intimate yearnings Where it is not your spirit they choose to molest It is their very ways of dealing with childhood hurting, betrayed expectations and broken homes Innocently you make available your every reality to their misconceptions Hoping to erase preconceived ideas about love and what love is They walk away with everything you knew and were hoping to know – Your “stuff” – Your “essence” Leaving you dumbfounded at your naivety of circumstances Where lovers who existed all along will lend a helping hand and tell you “Find your centre” Where the very being you gave your all will tarnish your repute The sullenness of resentful bitter warmth When you meant everything and over a space of nothing you mean air When you commend her cold manner and respect her disreputable performance Heartless is the temperament of a broken being Ruthless is her nature BUWA Mosadi
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 11:04:02 +0000
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