If I chase they run,
So I run, they chase
Then I surprise them with my gun.
Now on the prowl,
I growl upon
One soon to become foul.
Her heart, it races,
I break her apart
Still hiding her many faces.
Spread out; her knees...
Her needs come out,
Her dam walls have broken.
Squeeze inside her slow,
Another soul taken with ease,
She lays there; fake love with arms open.
I always tell them not to fall,
Though lines get crushed with alcohol.
Our minds connect, just sex no strings.
For feelings make a mess of things
And then they cry...
Girls are ugly when they cry.
But if they do it must be real,
For if it's real for it must die.
A fantasy will last forever,
My basic instinct; everlasting pleasure.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
