His superficial charm
is meant to conceal harm from view
Don't let him seduce you
His words are forced, untrue-spoken
to make you feel broken
You are prey, a token to keep
til there's no more to reap
You are only a cheap toy, used
then tossed aside, abused
feeling beaten up, bruised, and bare
Don't think that he will care
On to his next affair he goes
A jackal in men's clothes
He won't stop for he knows his skill.
2 comments:
smiles.
there are def those you have to watch out for...the silver tongues especially...
scary :)
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