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
11 comments:
That was frighteningly honest, we are all guilty of envy at one time or another.
Secretia
Mighty strong! Loved it!
Loved this one (TOO!)
Great work!
OH! I could envy that spirit of yours... yes I could
beautiful!
wow, this is a very powerful message, and one that I can relate to very well. I loved " I missed the razor’s prick which was hidden under the velvet. A blood thirsty soul disguised as flower. "
And find that it is unfortunately too often found that way.
But alas, the joy when things go the other direction too.
Beautiful poem
dear secretia,
yes and we can use that envy to improve ourselves.
with lots of affection.
dear ajey,
thanks. i dont understand this type of human nature, it scares me a lot.
with lots of affection.
dear D,
when talented persons like you three compliment my simple poems i truly feel honoured.
thanks.
with lots of affection.
dear QWR,
a pleasant surprise to see you here. :)
glad that you liked it.
with lots of affection,
dear IG,
thanks for visiting but i dont understand the language you are using.. :(
warmest wishes.
dear D,
well, if an extremely talented person like you will envy any thing in me i will blush to my toe nails :)
with lots of affection.
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