Beauty Sobs

From the heart of a cheater. Fictional poetry.

Voice bellows across the lake.
The future has been robbed. Life in limbo, dost forsake.
My Beauty's heart has sobbed.

To attain what might fulfill,
I let go of my plight.
I lost control of my will
on this romantic night.

Beauty stands upon the dock.
She's calling out my name.
Though I hear, I cannot lock
this brand new inward flame.

Deception dons thin, black lace
and heels upon the feet.
Makeup on an oval face,
and Beauty has been beat.

Dance before a roaring fire
with slow and sultry moves
pulls me from lethargic mire.
Treachery has the grooves.

Beauty sits upon the dock,
her head between her knees.
Not a thought of whom to mock.
My heart's ears hear her pleas.

The sound of my Beauty's cries
ignites me at my core.
I listened to Satan's lies
like I've not done before.

I dash home and find Beauty,
but now her eyes have dried.
It's too late, tonight, for me.
My date made her decide.