By: Carol L. Hill
August 3, 2009
www.carolsmojo.com
Scanning, endlessly; profiles of promises
Profiles of lies, dishonest intent. Some claim
Hurt has brought them here, some profess
They are looking for someone dear.
Non-intimate, an open bar room of tasteful
And tantalizing treats. Some claim “friendship“,
While they are professing the same to another.
An easy place to meet, to break and release…no faces
No emotions, no burdens of someone else’s pain to
Bare.
No need for truth here, no need for man or women
Of any “substance“. Pages and pages of deceptive
Lures, lies, or at best half truths. Some married,
Some so consumed with the hateful consuming
Pains of past relationships…that any lonely soul
Will do. “She hurt me now look…I’ve now hurt you!”
Like an insane orgy of hurtful souls, computer
Love has gotten old. When true love is there, when
It find me…it will not be through the fake faces of
the profiles I read…
Computer love… nope, it just ain’t no damn place for a
Woman like me.
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