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he
spoke loving words
in
Portuguese that made me
weak
in the knees
I
gladly ran off with him
across
golden Sahara skies
and
blue Mediterranean seas
I
was blind to the lies
he
hid behind the moon
while promising me the stars
oleander
now grows in
the
place where my heart
once
planted its roots
- Posted for dVerse Poets Open Link Night 212. Inspired by dVerse Poetics with poisonous plants.
Nothing is worse than the poison of deception
ReplyDeleteI liked these two lines: "he hid behind the moon
ReplyDeletewhile promising me the stars"
So sorry for the sad ending and deception of his love ~
ReplyDeleteSad, no, devastating!
ReplyDeleteLovely “lost love” poem.
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