Topic: The bite of fake love
Ladywind7's photo
Fri 07/27/18 02:57 AM
There once was a lady who believed in God,
then a snake appeared, the rottenest sod.
He hissed his lies,
decieved her by his mouthy disguise
of tongue, sharpened in the demise
of many that heard his woeful tale.

Ah, the tail could strike, as the head
leaving forked corpses that bled.
Poison he was, poison he left
Yet only the snake was bereft.

An antidote on my Lord's lips.
His venomous bite, a mere whip!
39 strikes less
than your duress.






Aroundtheworld37's photo
Fri 07/27/18 05:51 AM
I like it...reminds me of someone I recently knew :thumbsup:

no photo
Fri 07/27/18 06:44 AM
Edited by The Wrong Alice on Fri 07/27/18 06:46 AM
But what of Lilith,
Twas her that killeth,
And the snake was blamed,
While she remained....... unnamed

no photo
Fri 07/27/18 07:17 AM
Reminds me of someone I once knew

lovemaekar's photo
Mon 09/17/18 12:42 AM
Very Nice Poem

Ladywind7's photo
Wed 10/03/18 02:53 PM
Thank you <3

Williams1981's photo
Fri 10/05/18 11:25 PM
Nice

Palghat's photo
Sat 10/06/18 01:22 AM
Edited by Palghat on Sat 10/06/18 01:48 AM

There once was a lady who believed in God,
then a snake appeared, the rottenest sod.
He hissed his lies,
decieved her by his mouthy disguise
of tongue, sharpened in the demise
of many that heard his woeful tale.

Ah, the tail could strike, as the head
leaving forked corpses that bled.
Poison he was, poison he left
Yet only the snake was bereft.

An antidote on my Lord's lips.
His venomous bite, a mere whip!
39 strikes less
than your duress.



Let me tell you a story,
of some men, how they turn mouthy
It begins, as in this song...


In my Llife
There’s been heartache and pain
I don’t know, if I can face it agaaiin
Can’t stop now; I’ve travelled so far
To change this Lonely Liife


Then the song dribbles
to ..


I want to know what love is ….
... I want you to show it to me ...

Typical Dem singers

It should have been ...

I don’t want to know what love is …
It's for young in despair
I will search for it
When the ship needs repair

In my Life…


Ah, the tail could strike, as the head
leaving forked corpses that bled.
Poison he was, poison he left
Yet only the snake was bereft.


If i don't find a port very soon
and you come my way,
You are right ..,
I may sink you down
join the corpses that bled
pitchfork

In my Life ...

You are right

pain is all you find