You call out love; i gave you loath
I am kind; i am polite
You need affection; i present you with abomination
I give out joy; i give out pleasure
You want sympathy; i give you calousness
I am nice and i am sweet
But i could be your devil in a halo.
P.S
In response to NovemberNotes challenge hosted by Theresa Doughty of Hearstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer.
Day 9 prompt: Cupid has a Gun by Marilyn Manson
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A nice poem and take on today’s prompt Mich. I had to read it a few times and then a small devil appeared on my shoulder and we had the conversation again 🙂
Is that so Davy? lol…but i am glad you like it..
An interesting poem 🙂 I need perhaps to go listen to that tune.. as I am not familiar with it.. 🙂
Just did and now your poem makes perfect sense.. well done.. 🙂 ❤
Hahaha…thanks a lot Sue…so happy you did..
🙂 Glad I did.. 🙂 xxx Hugs xxx
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I like the image of Cupid with a gun, and am scared by it, as well. Excellent point of view, Mich.
~PR
Ohhh..am i getting there? …getting scary? …
Great take. The last line definintly makes one think. An interesting offer …
Thanks..i am delighted to know you like it..
Good old chubby lil cherub is now spooky! And a devil, indeed.
Yeahhh..now i am spooky..
that last line is sooooooooo haunting! GREAT job!!!
Yeah…could be ..