I string love along with
Clever eyes and moist lips.
He reaches out to hold me as
I dodge his grasp with swinging hips.
Feather caresses and sexy glimpses
He stares and inside, I smile.
Our eyes meet, love thinks he knows.
So I let his feeling fester for a while.
The attachment grows, sick and twisted.
As one side is stronger, it starts to bend.
I feel his embrace hold longer and I know
That this is the beginning of the end.
My smile slopes with weight
As my lungs close up with panic.
He keeps coming back for more.
Love put me in a straight jacket.
Lost in the maze of a circular design,
Of finding salvation and then I run,
Love’s orbit in my life spins me away.
Death to Love by my atavistic gun.
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