Perception
I was approached by a succulent tone
Letting my guard down into the unknown
You pulled back until the mystery had grown
The crux is that my heart wasn’t of stone
In the wake of your luscious lather
I realised why I was not farther
The barter on those stairs grew much darker
Saw you as my knight in shining armour
Whirling like a bloke I want to explore
Grey was the guipon you nervously wore
Oh no how did I not see this before
The way you look with a vapour galore
Two pellucid holes placed in murky poles
Darker than my kohl and even my moles
Lies deep in your soul, I struggle to scroll
Should you be my goal? I shall raise a poll.
Deception
Unkind eyes keep poking and tearing me
Oh, as I look at you to lend a hand
The screams from my past saying, ‘let me be’
They are deriding the way I can stand
Lucidity, that is all they can take
I see your eyes are no longer buoyant
It is like I’m chewing a rotten cake
When you are being extremely avoidant
The age-old tale only in a new paint
Choking me like I am a little pawn
Every mortal that smiles is not a saint
Cannot claim that honey as it was drawn
To see my rescuers mingle
With the venom in my laceration
Takes my comfort back around the spindle
To preserve my dire emancipation
Conception
Maybe you were here for just one reason
That is to get me to pursue my pen
Naturally without any friction
To put down realities in season
To pull me out of this creative den
To write about things other than fiction