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but why.


I remember it like it was yesterday

The day I begged you to stay

Went on my knees to pray

Gave you my keys, stay!

I pleaded you to stay

I needed you again

Threw me away

Into pain.

 

 

You had showed me the way

Where to go and where to stay

You had glowed on me every day

Like the sun's enlightenening ray

You warmed me through the coldness of May

You weaned me with fondness from far away

 

You fell for me

When you picked me up

Where I had fallen.

You told me to hold on

You held me, stood me up

There was I stolen.

They kicked me down

You picked me up

They let me down

You got me up

They lied to me

You liked me

 

It was just lust.

It was lust at first sight 

How robust,we felt that night

In disghust I could feel them looking

Like the rust we would eat them away.

As the dust flying blinding their view

'It is lust', they said, 'that you feel'

That lust only binds a chosen few

Unlike love which blinds the fool.

 

 

 

I sobbed in your arms which felt strong

You absorbed my pain into your heart making me long.

I throbbed releasing the hate I felt for so long

There I was laying on your chest

Your hand motioning to my breast

Blood rushed completing the rest

Our lips touched with sexual interest

In the same park we had been found by luck

And the love spark we could not resist

You did not even hesitate

There was nothing to distaste

This was not even incest

consumed by the zest

It  was time to copulate.

 

Why so fast?

The lust

Will this last?

Sure

Found love at last.

The time it was a must.

Fueled by lust

Love is lust.

 

Now where are you Lover or should I call you Luster.

You have gone forever with my laughter

And taken words I utter 

My heart's in shatter

Here at the altar

I greatly falter

'Father was it

Lust?'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Elfuric

Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.

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