David Lessard

Freshman - 744 Points (09-14-1941 / Massachusetts)

Trouble - Poem by David Lessard

You were the one I wanted from the start,
I thought you loved me,
you stole my lonely heart;
but then you coldly laughed and sped away,
shot my love to pieces,
had your sordid way.

You were everything I wanted, so I thought,
you smiled seductively at me,
I was then caught;
you were just trolling for a stupid fool,
someone that you could trample,
someone that you could rule.

You were the woman, I thought I wanted,
but you were danger, trouble,
yet my soul was haunted;
you wound your web with cunning and deceit,
and with your kisses,
turned up the heat.

I was blinded from the turbulent beginning,
wanting you, needing you,
but you were my ending;
I was swallowed up whole, and then spit out,
puzzled by your actions,
and what they were about.

You were the one I wanted from the start,
now you've vanished, and I'm...
struck by your poisoned dart;
there is a name for you, one that I abhor,
I'll not write it -
but it rhymes with chore.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 5, 2014

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