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May 2nd, 2014

They say to beware of your love,
With nothing but a quiet and desolate shove.
With so much anger, love, and confusion.
I know not of this illusion. 
But you're not a bore,
And like Othello,
My heart is the trapped Moor.
You say I sound like Confucius,
When making up excuses.
All I can do is stare,
But your beauty often makes me wonder,
Should I beware?
How did it all collapse?
Where did we lose our center?
As the realization intensifies,
My heart became wary of your entry.
It becomes my reality. 
Praying to a sky all black,
Hoping you'll give a smile back.
This false dream, this false love, and this false reality.
Your love was never there.
Only a vicious tear,
And the word "beware."

This poem is about two runaway slaves that upon escaping discover that their love was never there. I wanted to capture the emotions that had risen from their escape from slavery. In escaping from slavery, the man grows to detest his former lover. He then grows cautious of her and ultimately wants to "beware" of her love.


Here our poet chooses to explore the darker side of love, which, like the lighter side, is universal.

Come back for another day of poetry tomorrow. If you want to be part of 30 Days of Poetry, send your poems to until May 30th. I look forward to hearing from you!

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