Serpentine
Don't think I'm stupid, you know I'm on to you.
I know your type, the games you play, and what you do.
It ain't hard to see jealousy burn in your eyes.
You're not the only one to see through deception and lies.
You're manipulative in the extreme,
But I'm not gonna let you kill my dream.
Can you feel that chill in the air?
Better not try me, don't you dare.
You're Serpentine,
There's poison in your stare.
You're Serpentine,
But you better beware.
Your camouflage is fading fast.
How long do you think these games can last?
When pure cold drama rains down,
No one's gonna wanna stick around.
Truth be told my friend,
Who needs revenge when you'll be your own end.
About the Creator
Dee Meinville
"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."- Mr. Knightley, Austen's Emma
Struggling med student, tortured soul (what poetess isn't), devoutly Catholic. I write to express what goes unsaid and to stand for the voiceless.
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