
Even in death, there’s a question of trust
after a lover feels betrayed by lust.
Some said it was based on a lie
told to punish the handsome bly.
Every tale of stabbing in history
is said to be a flawless mystery.
Repeating itself under the moon,
our fearless lass didn’t swoon.
She wielded her blade high
touching his head above his eye.
His hand caressed her butt
his intentions became clear cut.
The knife sunk deep into his head
as his face filled with dread.
Skulls and headstones mock the living
because women tend to be unforgiving.
Although, some women keep it in stride
there’s a rage that’s hidden inside.
She chose to rewrite the lover’s story
knowing the best one’s are a bit gory. ©
When I saw “a question of trust” I thought of the Billy Joel song “matter of trust” and now I hear your poem to that tune 😅 That’s a compliment to your poem. I enjoyed it very much.
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This is beautiful and poignant! ❤️✨
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Thank you 😊
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Wow! This is amazing!
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Thank you
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