How blind and naive you are my little butterfly,
Don't you realize your dancing in a spiders web,
Slowly becoming entangled in the lies he's spun.
Before too long you will become ensnared,
Unable to escape this dreadful place you think is safe.
When will you finally realize,
You are his prey,
Only an object to be played.
But I fear by then my dear it might be too late,
To escape his web of lies.
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Raw Heart
PoetryThis is a book dedicated to poems that were created straight from the heart and mind. They are filled with my current emotions and thoughts at the time of writing and are unapologetically raw. I hope you enjoy. ^_^ Book cover credited to the amazing...
