Mortal PleasureA Poem by leighgreen
I am built for mortal pleasure from the garden of original sin
I am a bad and fallen angel, the game you will not win
I told you to keep away that I’m no go good for you
Take your things and get out, that’s it we’re through
You saw me and thought you’d use me " Break my heart?
But I saw through your treachery, right from the start
So I went along with you little game and played a lovesick fool
Until you fell into MY trap and I could treat you so cruel
You thought you knew me and “This thing called love”
But no you don’t, I am giving you the big shove
I tempted you, tormented you, offering you sweet delight
Until you finally gave up and just surrendered to the night
Now you’re all washed up and broken, crying on the floor
I told you stay well clear, but you came back for more (pain)
How does it feel?
© 2012 leighgreen
Bristol, England, United Kingdom
AboutI am a working man, living in Bristol and write fiction and poetry in my spare time. My other interests include chess, skittles. I tend to get ideas from travelling and music. Not having read a hu.. more..
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