Being naive
To trust your initial words
Destroy my trusting hearts
My heart is dead
Whenever you repeat your mum’s words
Like a parrot
The way you play with my naiveness
I feel dejected whenever I remember
You seek me during courtship
To
Dazzle my eyes
With garland of flowers
Yet now you are different
All you care is yourself
Instead of investigating the truth
You sell yourself to lies
Living in someone’s influence
Third parties’ views are right
The fool is me for not believing them
My heart is dead
Thanks to you.
Inspiration On: Thursday, 21 May 2015 at 12:15pm
This is the third sequel to Why Do You? and If Not For Jesus poetry. Lori Carlson’s writing prompt challenge my heart and mind to birth this poetry. My heartbreak journey is stated clearly in my first poetry. The final line signify my sarcastic remarks to my blinded husband until my tears almost dry up. Wish you all have good days and thank you.
Yoshiko 
There is such sadness in this poem.. I feel every emotion! Beautifully penned Yoshiko! So glad my words today inspired this piece.
Thank you, Lori, for being the catalyst. By God’s grace, the words come out well immediately. Because normally I do not immediately speak well.
You are most welcome! I am happy to be the catalyst for this one 🙂 sometimes it just takes the right words to set your mind in motion. Blessings to you!
🙂 indeed. The right words are important. Blessings to you too.
Indeed. Deep sorrow inside of me. Thanks for your challenge.
You’re welcome Yoshiko
I feel your pain in the poignant words, my friend. Hugs to you. 🙂
I hope you learn to trust again and your spirit rises ❤
Learning
We all take others to be good and honest. We tend to get our hearts broken but learn to be careful over the years. Great poetic expression.
Indeed. To learn to be careful
Yoshiko what poignant words even if the subject is one of such misery that no one should have to suffer through. Hold up your head and try to live again proudly.You are a beautiful person and don’t deserve such abuse. ❤
Wow, honestly written Yoshiko. I like the image created by the line “Dazzle my eyes
With garland of flowers” – I like the way it creates for me, an image of something of beauty and also a trophy. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for your kind compliment, Andy
Came by to bring you an extra hug and pawkiss…your poem was so heartfelt. Take care my furriend ❤
Thank you, my furriend 🙂
sorry to know that you had to go through this! some mother in laws are toxic (its the other way round too). They really make the taunts true that two women cant live peacefully under the same roof, no matter how hard one of them tries!
Yea. Two hands can clap together.
these women mostly do one hand clapping or hit their palms on the other person’s hand so that everyone thinks both are clapping! believe me!
I see. Now, the problem is he is clapping listening to his mother’s lies rather than finding out the truth. I just want to let the matter rest, but he is so insistent in his own mother’s wrong thinking. He is a mother’s boy.
Yokisho i always thought u were a dude
Oh I’m sorry it wasn’t ur poem yokisho
Hey yokisho, I nominated you for a liebster award. Please check out my blog for more details.
Oh Yoshiko, I wish only love and happiness to you! God bless!
God bless too
we’re all naive and stupid, one day or another… no problemo, Yoshiko-san, welcome to the club! 🙂 my very best, take care and be careful, cheers! Mélanie
Thanks, Melanie, for your comfort. Cheers to you too.