poems of whatever happens to be going through my mind at the time, romance, love, hate...

on my face is a smile,

i know you can see,

you annoying thing, that laughs like a banshee.

how inside my skin crawls,

as you come near.

thoughts and feeling drilled in from pure fear.

hate would be an understatement, that it would

you have know knowing what i would do, if i could.

i would cut and slice,

remove the mask from your lieing lips.

to show the world the truth behind your trips

the trips you meant to spend to go away,

which were spent in countless nights of play,

with those women of the night,

but bringing this up in conversation would cause a fight.

youd beg and plead me to take you back,

and days later do it with any women in a shack.

like a child, you aim to please,

forgetting those who care, to chase a skirt who wishes to tease.

to turn you down,

and mess you around,

and when you look back, what have you achieved,

nothing, we all know what you are and what you percieve.

women to you are objects, easy and to drop,

one day you will realise, and will bring you a great shock.