-ŗbeautiful Deceit-,
It-‘s What I Like To Call Her
For Deceit Is What I-‘ve Been Given
And In Her Its Manifestation.
Her Beautiful Deceit
When I Lay Down
And Push
Knowing Full Well,
Beauty Is Fleeting
But For Now
It’s Mine To Enjoy.

[More…] All The Time
Fraudulent Eyes
And In Me
A Willing Accomplice,
As If Together
Two Disconnected
Batteries
That Once Were Fully Charged.
And I Feel
Perhaps Rightfully So,
That It Is Not Me
Who Deserves Her.
For Only Do I Have Her
Which As An Instance
Is Less Than I-‘d Like.
But At One Time
She Was Full Time
And Also,
Unappreciated.
And A Flower As Such
May Rise,
But Will Never Bloom
In Certain Conditions.
I Should-‘ve Known
When The Women I Knew:
-Å—she Is Beauty! ‘ And ‘How Lucky’
I-‘ve Only Heard Women
Talk The Same
Of Movie Stars And Models.
Then Winter Came
And I Lost My Flower
Who Grew Busy Blooming
On Another Tree.
Now The Remnants Of What Was Mine,
Find Finite Partiality.
Yet Even Partial
I Will Take Her
Until Displays Of Passion Are No More
Because When I-‘m In
Well,
It Is Certain,
I Have Never Seen Such A Beautiful Deceit.
Copyright (C) David Desantis