It's supposed to be just a tryst
A venture into the unknown.
Unchartered territory it seems
Till I gaze into the blue lagoon.
Before I could see what happened to me
I was in too deep, I couldn't see straight.
It's all about the blue and the white
The rhythmn, the music, and the art.
The conversations, the confessions, the declarations
and just.
It was too late, I am in too deep.
Who is in control? You? I am? She is?
The jealousies, the accusations, and the innuendos,
The misinterpretations, the lies and the truth.
Did I mark my territory like a witch of a dog?
Leaving my scent to anger her in her so called domain.
Does she know it was your idea to carry me with you?
You love me so much you want my scent on you?
What kind of ruthless game did she instigate?
What kind of ruthless game are you playing?
And where do I stand in all these?
You are playing with fire and you are going to get burned
June FeirCruz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/complications-of-your-melodramatic-life/
