Fear

Love is a jerk,
a cruel-hearted beast

with an oily grin
and a cigarette.

Tossing his arm around your shoulder-
the friendliest bloke on the block,
don’t you know-

he opens his jacket to get you to try things
that you’d never dare
if old Love were not there.

You follow him home for his company;
He locks you in his house

as he leaves.

18 thoughts on “Fear

  1. As I was reading, I managed to get my foot caught up in computer wires or phone wires, under my desk. The more I struggled, the tighter the hold around my ankle. At one point, I may have panicked and assumed, this love scoundrel had me in his clutches… That was not fun.

    Oh, and great poem from you… Powerful.

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  2. Beautiful and a master peice too enlightened star 🌟

    “ The fear is some what that makes you run after it for ,

    Because it needs to be conquered for . “

    Your poems are no less than pearls ,

    Alphabet you are truely blessed with Gift of Gab to weave those pearls ,

    Stay blessed

    Keep the beautiful smile on

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  3. I am 72 years old and did not experience romantic love until I was about 45. It was a little like being run over by a freight train. Love is an incredibly powerful set of emotions and possibly not suitable for the young. made me do stupid things as a middle-aged man. All explorations are probably warranted, but don’t let anyone or anything lock you where you do not want to be nothing. Nothing is worth that.

    Cheers!

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