A Poet’s Demise

Your love is like a chain, so strong,
You’ve urge to kiss but not to tell.
Our hearts entwined but feels so wrong.
A promise made, did not bode well.
Think you have me under your spell?
I know your games, I’ve played before,
Losers are always shown the door.
You keep your secrets and your lies,
In the sea there are plenty more.
Laziness…a poet’s demise.

©Alima J Aug 2017

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