Tender Sender

I'm a tender sender.
Blended with the best,
Of everything imagined.

Tested and tried.
And satisfying a few.
Filling them up with a prolonged aftertaste.
When I give what I've 'got'...
No dropp is left to waste.

I know I had been taken for granted...
When some have come to leave in haste!
But I am a tender sender who knows about love!
And my love not too many find hard to take.

Well...
At least from my point of view!

Yes...
I can become the worst of heartbreakers...
If I discover what I have given has been misused.
To become one's mistake!
I do not fake my method of revenge.
'That' I could...
But somehow find hard to refuse.

Although I might be the one that is left...
To suffer from my own actions deep within!
And that tenderness,
Becomes less than tender.
With a roar that bellows,
To ignite flames from my chest!

I've done my best to hide this...
But I've been pushed by one or two,
Who sought to see me raging like a bull!
Until there was nothing else left,
That I could choose to do!

And scorching them was something done.
Yet something I wished not to prove!
I'm just a tender sender...
To anyone devoted and in complete surrender!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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