RHYME Poem: Unlucky in Love, by Dora Mokora

Don’t say it, for they will know how you felt Don’t
imagine it, for they can read your mind
Walk swiftly and say goodbye, for you will save yourself a thousand questions When you
had to make a bargain of your worth, and love cheaply
You took a man from the trenches for you bent low to reach that far Even
him in his lowly position disdained you
You wondered why, love made you bleed and bleed and bleed But
you never stopped to figure, the spell love had cast on you
In the dimly lit room you bled, but never could you stop chasing for more. You
took the blow and decided to love another
This time, you identified the one you loved and hoped time will bring him home But
you had to love from afar because he never could draw closer
Nay, he never could say a word to stir your little dark world Just
an acquaintance, that is who you were to him
You wondered why, love made you bleed and bleed and bleed But
you never stopped to figure, the spell love had cast on you
In the dimly lit room you bled, but never could you stop chasing for more. Mr
Niceness shook your hand for the first time,
He held you hand, opened the door for you and told you thank you His
smile so wide, his etiquette, a breath of fresh air
Your little world, could once again receive the light of love There is
a man, you told your friends
There is a man, you told your mother
You stared at the window, and saw him walk out
You approached him with a bouquet of flowers He
looked at you and laughed
For that is how he treated every person Your
face turned a shed of blue
For once again, love had decided to beat you down
You wondered why, love made you bleed and bleed and bleed But
you never stopped to figure, the spell love had cast on you
In the dimly lit room you bled, but never could you stop chasing for more.
Your virgin lips found themselves in a man you did not know love
comes slowly, you thought
But a stranger, had taken your world by storm
You who was once cowardly in love had found a home You
could lie on his chest, and your fears could fly away Every
chance of speaking your truth, you adored
For you had not opened your heart, for so long But
soon enough, the beauty dwindled away His colors
so evil, a perfect description of hell Yet you excused
them, thinking you were wrong
For it was so long, and true love had never graced your altar He bent
you and bent you till he could break your world
He loved another, and you were forced to behold it In
fact, it was your coins, that he used to entice her You
never saw yourself, outside of love
So you let it go, and allowed him to stay once again Your
little mortgaged house ever-welcoming
Even to the strange women, he loved
You hated yourself, you cried your heart away For
it is your heart, that kept wanting more They
murmured every time you walked
Mrs, Independent, there she is
They branded you the one who hates men For
they had never seen you in love
But only you knew, how much you wanted a man But
only you knew, how much you believed in love
You smiled it all way, and knew that never could they understand For
they had made a conclusion selfishly, and sealed your case You later
agreed with them, to hide your shame
For how could you say, that no man really wanted you in truth For
how could you say, the purity of love, you could not find When
they knocked on your door, you imagined the worst You fears
erupted, and truly they did not stay
You concluded, you were a woman that never was lucky in love Deep
down you believed that someday, you will find
The man, that will love you in truth
It remained a hope, and your age clocked
They called you an ugly whore who never believed in love They
branded you ‘Used Goods’ that never could find a home You looked
at them and shook your head
For only you knew why
You wondered why, love made you bleed and bleed and bleed But
you never stopped to figure, the spell love had cast on you
In the dimly lit room you bled, but never could you stop chasing for more.

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