Beautiful Worlds
by Faye Kusairi8.9.09
Love & Disappointments.
Yes, in love
I have been disappointed.
With pranks always playing on me,
one man to another
one home to another.
Often, I was moving to another arms.
For whatever faith is left of mine
I feel betrayed and ought to trust no one.
Yes, love is a disappointments.
This is my latest definitions of what love is.
Though always
I will fall for same faults,
If love disappoints me
to lust I turn.
As there is always the cure for my temporary care,
my ceaseless loneliness.
Clinging to lust,
for I, to survive.
And so, this is the pieces left of me.
I have been disappointed.
With pranks always playing on me,
one man to another
one home to another.
Often, I was moving to another arms.
For whatever faith is left of mine
I feel betrayed and ought to trust no one.
Yes, love is a disappointments.
This is my latest definitions of what love is.
Though always
I will fall for same faults,
If love disappoints me
to lust I turn.
As there is always the cure for my temporary care,
my ceaseless loneliness.
Clinging to lust,
for I, to survive.
And so, this is the pieces left of me.
posted by Faye Kusairi # 20:24 
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