Hanging by a Thread

You hold my fragility in the palm of your hand

hanging by a thread

as if a spider, weaving intricate web

left to dangle in mid-air

always wondering if you really care...

tangled in your power

a web of deceit?

blind love, clever guises, ensnared.

Captured by your essence of aura,

pheromones fragrance

heaven scent

set me free from those 'silver tongued' words

that caress and enrobe

Patience a virtue, keeps faith

the believer, always living in hope.

The Seamstress, heart weaver,

Stitched up for so long

after all the merging years

seems like only yesterday

chemistries collided in heart-strings song

The shrouded smoke screen, opaque

Blinkered; still dangling by a thread

the sombre mourning of realisation

it was all Fake.

'Played'
Love Unrequited

drives insanity, seeks asylum

internally 'Committed'

The Charismatic Temptress

Claimed my Soul

preying Mantis, Or Playing Mantis?

Devoured.

Perceptions of a Soul Mate

that will never become Whole.

D.C.M

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steve

I'm sure you will understand when I say.
I wish I hadn't read that

Oh blimey, Steve, er yes. Could be quite fitting; but as I said before, I'm hoping things aren't what they seem :)