Sometimes my poems turn into my reality…

Ignorance is Bliss

Lingering lies, that are leisurely whispered

Softly-seductively through the air

Idealistically ignored

But forever remaining there

Reason has left rationale

As whispers of love lead the blind

The clever charm of her lover

Has unwilling muddled her mind

To a point where all is wrong

And always known

Yet never found

So, left alone

For if acknowledged

She knows instead

That all is lost

All love is dead

So as if naive

She finds herself

Always with a smile

For his clever charm

Can do no harm

While whispers of love

lead blindly