the oppression
By cogitative
as i see i can't believe what's at my fingertips.
I've touched the hands of deception...
I even kissed its lips.
then there's this.
the nerve of this thing sincerity.
coming at me with all of its honesty.
i see it's words I get its point at then of its dagger
but why should i elaborate.. why should I try and cooperate.
stuck somewhere in the middle of deception and honesty's fate.
deception wasn't part of my destiny
merely merriment...
that's what it meant to me.
when the past and future meet up for a date.
stuck somewhere in the middle of deception and honesty's fate.
all part of the game
although me and honesty were fundamentally the same
i still was overwhelmed with complete displeasure
come to find out deception and honesty were betrothed together.
but naw i won't give honesty what it's truly deserving.
though it's is with merit and it's cause is worthy.
besides it's not my problem deception can't hurt me.
now honesty's going in on me
"how could you just ignore me !?!?"
"did you have a empathy vasectomy?"
" i need liberation!!!"
But i refuse to provide emancipation.
till death do them part
vacillating is there damnation.
but i do understand why honesty is so irate.
stuck somewhere in the middle of deception and honesty's fate.
Author's Note:
"the other woman"Comments on "the oppression"
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On Tuesday, February 21, 2017, MR feathered fox
(28) wrote:
vacillating is their damnation That says it all catch 52
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On Sunday, February 12, 2017, motherofnature
(46) wrote:
thanks for the note at the ending it really put a damper on my curiosity.