Purity

I pity this love

that stands bare,

Decorated with,

rejection,

On a pedestal of humiliation,

and gains it's strength,

through false exaltation,

Loyality and faith

is not the fuel

that rages it's fire.

In it's essence,

lies,

It's own ruin.





Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2014-06-02 at 16:30

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Very nice, but could have been better.
2014-06-03


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Bitter disappointment at the realization that the love shared isn't so shared after all... like the whole is completely untrue and fabricated, like it never really existed in the end. Such strong feelings I get from this, well-written.
2014-06-03



So right you are. A pedestal is no place to be and lies cannot sustain love for very long. Good poem.
2014-06-03