Poetry from the Corner of Barbara Kasey Smith’s World
Don’t tell me you love me if it’s not for real
words spoken maybe benign or one’s to kill.
A mind can be misled by a forked tongue
leaves a soul cold and feeling unloved.
A heart absorbs falsehoods; trust they’re true
until they become farces and proven untruths.
Don’t tell me you love me if it’s not for real
I’m not a buffoon who listens and conceals.
Playing tricks on a vulnerable brain…
can become toxic and ruin a noble name.
It hurts a spirit, leaving it empty and cold
causes pain until it grows old.
Don’t tell me you love me if it’s not for real…
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem. Copyright 2015 – Use by Permission Only.