Untitled.2 Poem by Peter Vealey

Untitled.2



What is this game
Men and women play?
Hurting each other
Everyday in every way.
'Relationships' they say
Is this the best we can do,
At being human?
Rather than really getting through
With lies, deceit,
Lust and betrayal.
The inevitable recipe of it all.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: relationships
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Peter Vealey

Peter Vealey

Hertfordshire
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