- Erotic Poetry
- Saint and Sinner
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Click hereThe innocent eyes,
the angelic smile.
Truly a "holier than thou facade".
All the time you looked down on me,
it was with green eyes of envy.
All the times you called me a whore,
you were wishing to be mine.
All the times you were running off my women,
you were jealous that my eyes were not on you.
All the time I had fun and was free to tell,
you were wishing you were a part of it.
Because you were the mother, I had no idea.
Now that I have seen and heard your true self,
I see that you're far worse than anything you've called me.
I wonder what face you see in the mirror,
I wonder what face you have when you see me.
The Saint or the Sinner...
- COMMENTS
vrosej10about 13 years agoI agree. It's a gut blurt. Strong emotions of this nature do not make good poetry for beginners when they come from a personal place. Being so close it is hard to be objective. This sort of thing needs careful, concrete handling, not the mostly abstract stuff here. How old are you? This sort of sounds like teenage angst.
fridayamabout 13 years agomuch poetry here--emotion, yes: but emotion does not make poetry.
