here I laugh at the cards on my desk
and my ghosts came uninvited
I see Cupid's grin
As I take what resonates
I pretend to be glad
I pretend to be not mad
And most of all,
I pretend it's not a trap.
there my ghosts cheered for me
as I watch the boy drawing nearer
Cupid must be chuckling,
as I became a fool again
I pretend to fall
for him so charming and tall
but does the deity know
I'm not trapped at all?
here is the boy I am confessing to
I shower my heart with thoughts of you
as you take my words
Cupid's aiming at you
I pretend I can't hear
I pretend I don't feel
but neither the deity nor you knows
who I was trapping.
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11:11 (Completed)
PoesiThe first Poetry Anthology published originally on my Facebook account, now on Wattpad. This is a confession to who I was, who I became, and who I will be, with whom I have lived, grown up, been ghosted by, been bewitched by, and to whom I want to...
