Love is like a warm embrace on a cold stormy night, a beacon of hope that illuminates the darkness.
Found lost at the shore
with the intent to explore
wanting more
as she roams
seeking a home
torn between land and sea
heaven and hell
When you approached her
It was as if she immediately had you under her spell.
A bit withdrawn at first.
at times calling your crush a curse
You went into this encounter headfirst.
You learned from one another.
and thus began to build trust
taking time to adjust
At first, you acknowledge it was more than lust.
She needed a captain
and when she was lost ashore ..the days when she was highly unsure
you were the only sailor to come and save her with your allure
The way you took action during those previous interactions
you were the real champion
to make her happy and
to conquer the damsel in distress
You made her less depressed.
The way you took off her dress...
the way you two made a mess
coming together to destress...
on the kitchen counter
and couch backrest
You always confessed—your love for her with each breath.
and while at the core
of your heart
something did spark
the risk you took to embark on the mystery of her soul
was bold
But in turn, no real goal.
distant you began to depict
afraid to commit
It was apparent you only stuck around for the benefits.
And soon began to act like a hypocrite.
Your days became outnumbered when you began to tell tales.
dont you know how honourable sailors fail.
insecurities or immaturity
Lies you began to tell as you looked into her eyes
unaware she secretly had spies.
losing feelings
instead of you both healing
Had her questioning why
Lord, why this guy
Afraid to lose you, but second guessing if she even truly knew you.
she said goodbye
awaiting to die
where love could have had you united
the opposite, in turn, was felt
and you proved to be misguided
and an eventual tyrant
drowning your ships with bottles to numb your sorrows
She became disrespected and neglected.
The damsel became more frightened.
and damaged
resulting in A tale of love and despair
Now, young sailor, you are asked to beware.
for to love is a courageous act
that has a profound impact
yet under constant attack
In the end, you were incapable of loving her.
wanting nothing to do with you
moved on, she has already found real love anew
Hope you regret what you put her through
for fools like you, just use a woman-like stepping stool
constantly breaking the rules
A cheater turned wife-beater.
Trust me when I say you will never see her.
So stay away and in your lane
for you are not Sane
to have caused this woman all of this pain
her love won't die in vain.
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Musulyn M
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Great work! Fantastic!