He had never once guessed
He’d be left all alone
But that’s what happens
When you’re deceitfully prone
And in his blind consternation
He believed his cover was hidden
With all his deep dark secrets
Locked somewhere in the forbidden
But she had attained access
To every pathetic and unregretful lie
Even though he thought for certain
All was hidden from her eye
And that was the veiled beauty
Her most perfect vindication
For she was witness to it all
As she watched his ruination
His poor soul was the only responder
As his eyes grew imminently dim
And he’d never even expected
All the trouble he was in
© 2019 Michelle Cook
You can paint with words!
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Thanks! I love both kinds of painting. 😉
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Do you paint?
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Occasionally when I have the time.
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Awesome! Gonna have to share that sometime!
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Hmmm… I have a little bit already…
This link will take you to my other blog, and an old painting I did.
https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2017/02/23/long-forgotten-art-projects/
And this link will take you to some more recent drawings that I’ve done.
I only post poems on this blog, and my other blog is for everything else.
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Awesome!!!
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Thanks…. all very time consuming but I love it.
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I’m learning to stop being critical of myself and just paint. So far I’m enjoying it a lot more!
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That’s good and it’s the only way you get better.
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