Gorgeous honey colored eyes
stare at me from across the class.
The face of the devil
in disguise
whom I should despise
but can not bring myself to hate.
His hypnotizing charector
entrances my unwilling mind.
Cranking open my mouth
and shoveling in lies
for me to devour like candy.
I ought to be filled to the brim
with thoughts of unspeakable loathing
but I'm not.
Where is my stubborn strength
when I desire it most?
In place of my morals
passion is consuming my heart
while my dignity
shrieks in protest.
Time and time again
this imp
with the profile of an angel
has possessed my soul
and left me
helpless.
I am but a lump of lifeless flesh
Yearning for him
but only becoming
crushed
by his ever damaging
insults to my self esteem.
When will I learn
to leave love
to the loveable?
For my misery is of my own account.
A contest entry
- prewrite contest first come first sure by serenity silvermoon.
566 points, ended February 27, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Shatter My Soul, Let My Heart Ache by Reaper-117.
1500 points, ended May 27, 106 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A good write and fun read. Thanks for entering.
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Great write; quite a lesson to be learned from this. I gotta agree with CherokeeSiren, the last line is an amazing finisher. ~Ľũčąś~
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lovely piece alote of emotions well done
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Nice job I liked the last line. "For my misery is of my own account."
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