Her eyes frantically aimed for the ground when our eyes locked for just a second
Her cheeks flushed a lipstick red the second she was questioned
She didn't stick around, she scampering once she saw her shot to escape
I think she said hello, but it's difficult to say
her words where always whispered
The words that she spoke so carefully filtered
Some would see this as rude, I will admit
But she was puppeted by her illness, I totally get it
He told me he was skint, and couldn't even afford to buy his food
He sketchily begged for help, his pills unpaid he was screwed!
His bones protruded through his skin, his words truth not lies
Despite truth he told it twisted, WOLF he cried
I gave him some money to pay his bills and to make his life clean
Only the next day to see him jumped on codeine and wasting pound coins on a gambling machine
I'll had to hold my breath yes, and my teeth I did grit
But addiction is difficult to beat, I totally get it
She flaunted her thighs in her short revealing denim dress
I was roped in by her alluring eyes, the art of seduction she possessed
She told me exactly what I wanted, sold me dreams of long-term
We went back to mine, she pinned me down to the bed, she was firm
I woke up in the morning to a chilled empty bed
To only a note saying she had fun but long-term is something I would regret
It was soul-crushing to felt so tricked and used
But her witchery was performed because she had been abused
Not being able to show her real love is something I regret
But she was scared of love, so I totally get it
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An organised mess
PoetryA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...
