I Wonder Who You'll Capture Next
A poem about an old flame
I wonder who you’ll capture next with faux benevolence
Whispering sweet nothings and philanthropic myths
I wonder what he’ll see behind those watered sunken eyes
You’ll snare his passion with a veil shrouding tear-stained lies
I wonder when he’ll see the light as friction turns to flame
Your influence will start to fade as your rules eclipse the game
I wonder where the cracks will form to push his breaking point
‘Cause when you need to pass the blame, he’ll be who you anoint
I wonder why I’ll watch the clock as time repeats itself
Knowing that you’ll drain him of his spiritual wealth
I wonder how you’ll justify your vain irreverence
And when your prey is cut and cleaned, you’ll move on to the next
And from a distance I will watch the shattered pieces fall
Just another heart to drop on your quest to have it all
About the Creator
Tanner Peiffer
I'm an aspiring poet, writing from both personal experiences and surreal concepts, with the goal of inspiring anyone who may read. I hope my art can strike a chord and shift a perspective or two. 20 years old.
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