The sharp knife in velvet sheath
when you suddenly befriended me
after ignoring my presence so long
for a while I was so happy so touched
that I missed the razor’s prick
which was hidden under the velvet.
A blood thirsty soul disguised as flower.
The venom that was craftily hidden
behind sweetness was sometimes spilled
by unprovoked cruelty and bitterness,
why do you do this only you will know
trying to pull me down below
damaging my spirit from its free flow.
is it because you envy my spirit?
Or is it because you hate yours?
Written on 30.04.09