Tema: It was too easy.

It was easy becoming your waste
transformed by your willingly hands
and leaving my mouth with a foul taste,
and a mind so vague that always runs.

It was so easy to become your mirror
to see you in my own reflection
to serenade myself with your voice without terror
and becoming your slave with no intention.

To worship you and beg you
to call you like a siren without oceans
to crave you and praise you
to fall in the deepest of your emotions.

It was easy to fool me like a puppet
to maneuver me as you wish
and in the mist of your actions that popped
convert me in your most desired side-dish.

Many are the avenues to escape your curse
yet, I engulfed myself deeper in your forest
between the branches of your rejection and enforce
the will of your soul that seeks no rest.

It was easy to be trapped by your web
with no ear to hear my call for help
to vanish in thin air once I was weld
with your body spread like kelp.

Your insides and your poison -- kill
your words smell like -- death
your memories in my head --drill
your presence-- takes my last breath.

por ERA

Ill relations befall us all. Who hasn't been a fool for love? Poetry is a way to cleanse and meditate on love's inmovable values. A great pleasure reading you, amormejia.

E.R.A

The pleasure is all mine. Thanks for stopping by.

No sé expresarme en inglés... Pero fue sencillo meterse en la piel de tus versos y ver el reflejo de muchas historias en ellos.
Estrellitas armoniosas.. Usted es grande padrino.. ojalá me crea...

por Armonía

No sé expresarme en inglés... Pero fue sencillo meterse en la piel de tus versos y ver el reflejo de muchas historias en ellos.
Estrellitas armoniosas.. Usted es grande padrino.. ojalá me crea...

Muchas gracias por hacerte presente mi querida madrina. It is always a blessing to haver your comments.