She has this way,
Of drawing you in.
Her coils inticing,
Her words sincere...or so they seem.
Demands the truth,
But will strangle you with lies.
Her words envoking a white hot passion,
Only to let you come down crashing.
She makes you feel special,
Her darkness blinding,
Until you see the light and notice,
Her destructive dishonest demolition.
She leaves you wanting,craving her attention,
Then she drops you so fast,
You don't have time,
To even hear your own heart breaking.
She makes you feel safe at first,
It's easy to slip a secret.
Then you become not so special anymore,
She leaves your trust disintegrating.
A friend,
A lover with hopes.
She crushes them all,
Leaves them in woe.
To avoid all this,
Dear reader.
Don't look in her warm brown eyes,
Or she'll turn your heart to stone.
Cold as ice,
Relentless as any.
She plays on your heartstrings,
The real-life Madusa lives,cruel and evil as ever.
I've met her you see,
I was drawn in.
I made the mistake of looking right at her,
And now my chest is heavy,
My heart is made of marble and my trust...
I've forgotten how to trust .
Maybe Medusa,
Lives through struggles to.
But why Medusa,
Do you chose to ruin somebody's life who once cared about you?
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoetryThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
