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So, now that its been several months, and there's no longer feelings of resentment or anger towards the guy that made me doubt my self-worth, broke my trust, and forever changed my outlook on life, and all that is left is the reflection of past events where these intense feelings used to be. In state of passionate reflection i wrote this poem shortly after Ben broke up with me, and i am not sure if i want to leave it as a poem, or make it into a song. Criticism is encouraged from fellow songwriters/poemwriters.
Like a famed orator with an articulate mind
He answers my questions with elusive replies
I’m trapped in his words but I can read his eyes
A wordsmith of deception weaving intricate lies
He’s prompt to respond with delicate skill
He can alter my temper at the whim of his will
Our minds entangled in passionate exchange
Like two long feuding friends in forgiving embrace.
He eloquently delivers words that reassure
Ignoring my doubt; my hopes reaffirmed
I discard caution favoring words of votive
With the guidance of a cunningly discrete motive
Repeatedy/chorusy type stanza thrown in.
Engaged by his words
His expression is clear
Entranced in his wit
Is his message sincere?
I overly accredited my supposed maturity
But I'm only but a novice; a vessel of naivety
My faulty intuition of misguided pursuits
Will forever see the day that ended my youth.
Like a famed orator with an articulate mind
He answers my questions with elusive replies
I’m trapped in his words but I can read his eyes
A wordsmith of deception weaving intricate lies
He’s prompt to respond with delicate skill
He can alter my temper at the whim of his will
Our minds entangled in passionate exchange
Like two long feuding friends in forgiving embrace.
He eloquently delivers words that reassure
Ignoring my doubt; my hopes reaffirmed
I discard caution favoring words of votive
With the guidance of a cunningly discrete motive
Repeatedy/chorusy type stanza thrown in.
Engaged by his words
His expression is clear
Entranced in his wit
Is his message sincere?
I overly accredited my supposed maturity
But I'm only but a novice; a vessel of naivety
My faulty intuition of misguided pursuits
Will forever see the day that ended my youth.