You may live under my mask hollowed creating madness
But why then the crying
As you dream of loving banter beneath the our breaths
Why also the contempt
What illness you concoct simply
People are used in your chagrin
Are we to be deceit
Twice posed in the opportune
I, forced in the gowns,
You oiled from the mines
In exchange of me there is always yourself, cold husk and overdone
Only once am I, never the compliment, confess of yourself
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 5:10 PM UTC
You may live under my mask hollowed creating madness
But why then the crying
As you dream of loving banter beneath the our breaths
Why also the contempt
What illness you concoct simply
People are used in your chagrin
Are we to be deceit
Twice posed in the opportune
I, forced in the gowns,
You oiled from the mines
In exchange of me there is always yourself, cold husk and overdone
Only once am I, never the compliment, confess of yourself
This poem requires exchange of station to write. If your a male then the wrong is from you, female the same.
Some women write poetry from a male standing and men from a woman's