Saturday, 9 February 2013



He is such a typical man
He plays with my emotion
Finds me someone
To shower with devotion.

He then finds them, a someone
A special friend
Will his sick games
Ever reach an end?

Aiming at me
Firing his lethal drug
Releasing hormones
To give my heartstrings a tug.

In my blood
At home, makes his dose
Of this killer drug
That wants me to find someone to hold close.

Why is it always me?
Is he really such a bad shot?
At someone else he aims?
I think not!

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