Memoirs Of A Geisha [POEM]

This is a poem of righteous fury

and righteous vengeance,

but also of a heart that

could never rest in peace…

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Death

Heavy Themes

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Memoirs Of A Geisha

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There he was, standing there

With his soft, precious smile,

Innocence, written on his eyes

As he watched the sakura leaves,

He's but a foreigner,

Hailing from foreign lands,

Perhaps, perhaps, he'd want to stay

In this land of the Rising Sun,

A fatuous notion,

Just a silly remark,

There was now way that he would stay,

That was what's ingrained in my mind,

Yet when time made its move,

He never left this place,

Perhaps, perhaps, there is still hope

For he had surely caught my heart,

I haven't talked to him,

But he already stole

This bland and bleeding heart of mine,

This cold and leaden soul of mine,

I've yet to entertain

A single man right now,

I am but a blooming sapling

Within a garden of splendor,

It's time to make a stand,

It's time to make my move,

I knew that deep within my heart,

He is my so-called fated one,

And then, a whirlwind came,

Sweeping away the months,

We had gotten along quite well,

Enough for me to wear a ring,

We then escaped the night,

Stole me back to his home,

And that was when my happy life

Came to an abrupt and cold end,

His family is nice,

All except his father,

I never liked the way he looked

At me with his devious eyes,

And then, a whirlwind came,

Sweeping away the months,

Why was it that my darling can't

See I'm standing right before him?

Where had the months go by?

I've lost track of the time,

All I could was that

I saw a brief glimpse of a gun,

No, no, it couldn't be!

There was no way at all!

Surely, surely, he wouldn't go

As far as to get rid of me?

Ah, actually, he would,

I saw it coming, though

I never thought that my darling

Was sired by that cruel beast!

If only they could see

That I'm standing right here!

Why would he go as far as to

Weave a horrible story now?

Oh, does my blood boil hot,

Anger and frustration,

I'll haunt him as a vengeful ghost!

An eye for an eye, tit-for-tat!

He shall see in his dreams

Punishment for his crime!

'Tis the memoirs of a geisha,

A tale of murder and vengeance!

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