Got Caught!

Got Caught!

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Summary

A series of emotions that goes on when caught in the act!

Summary

A series of emotions that goes on when caught in the act!

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Submitted: April 28, 2014

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Submitted: April 28, 2014

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I never imagined my whole life, turning upside down.
But you were so gifted.
Soliciting inclinations and carefree visions,
You were like endless hopes to my dreams and I was ready to live.
You changed so swiftly, didn't know that time had passed between my head trips and reality mists,
I was lost in the abyss of imaginations drift.
So sly and swift you were to my heart, I could not even see past your shifts.
But my conscious tried to warn me, countless times of your polluted contributions.
I was so deep in the matrix, the code was so scrambled, had to defrag and wake up abruptly.
You had a talent of diagnosing my defects, renaming my intuitions as insecurities,
Twisting and turning my words and thoughts to fit the program.
Cause I was programmed!
And you would slip out into your conquests, while I would Slip in and out of consciousness, 
letting you come in and out of my mental stability!
So alone, with nothing left but your mess of this.
Feeling my life was winding down to nothingness.
I needed to love myself enough to not deal with this!
But I knew what my heart told me, protecting me from your endless ambidexterity’s,

Cause I was so weak.

You are a salesman, selling me novels of fictional narrations and movie scripts.
You sold me the manuscript and I bought into you’re fairy tale.
And I drowned drunken in the sea to your deceptions.
Openly your affections towards others became prominent.
I would float away to escape your womanizing traps,
Till, the reveal of the sequel to your hunger games.
The smells still stain my memory banks, the sound heard like a dream from afar.
I could feel my emotions heighten from the thoughts of nakedness.
My heart pounding, my mind was lost.
Shadows dancing on the walls,
Tussling shapes of harmonious rhythm.
Moans and whispers humming in my ears.
Fainted images of bodies parts together
All this time I've been a good character to play in your series. And the read must have been good
Because she bought it to, with the lies pushed open as I turned the knob.
The twisted parables all tied up in knots, while you and her lay there found, caught!


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