Drawn in by her beauty, they will soon bring out their beast;
Drawn in by their promises & fables her heart is sure to be stolen by thieves.
Built to love, created to long; taught to loathe and hate.
Built to hope, created to be pessimistic; taught to hide or be inadequate.
The soul-mate takes forever and the in-mate takes the soul.
The in-mate fearing nothing except for the loss of control.
In prison time is the penalty;
Just as, time in another's story feels like penitentiary.
Justice is not a word she has come to trust,
For their are lies in each sentence, as they plea - 'it's just us'.
About the Creator
Jollyoddbod Poetry
Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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