Better Late Than Never

My affable being 

Had a brush with a lousy treat

My ebullient persona 

Mistook tinted affection as real

Could not decipher its manipulative rhythm 

I was caught unawares in the webs

Became the wicket spider's victim

 

What is my fault?

Is it sheer sin... if my heart longs for

A symphony of emotion

A scintillating courtship or even a brief seduction?

Then...why I am to wallow in distrust 

Play a medley 

Using graphics of sorrowful outburst?

 

Now I perceive...

In the bosom of shallow mortals

The double standard remains stacked

Behind each sugar-coated uttering

Pun remains the obvious pattern

Intends to harm the morale of the soul and being

It is quite late...I Know

But then, better late than never.