Poetry

She told him that she loved him; more than once
His heart was opened wide to recieve her
She asked him if he was ready for her alabaster skin upon him
His heart raced with excitement
Too many times she played with his emotions like a cat with a string
Now he is in a bad state of affairs and cannot remove himself from her
People play with emotions like a game, it is sad to see and worse to be
One of them; It takes time to recover ; like breaking your back
Only the cast does not come off ever
And the mask remains
Inside of you; I feel it daily..........
I have been there and the map does not end, all roads lead to nowhere
Judge your loves wisely and make friends wiser as hurt is everywhere
For you are the seeker of your own destiny