Fate
Ha! You speak that word as if...
as if my heart would flutter,
my will would simply break
Crumble neatly at your feet,
heart skipping several beats
I'd rather chew on rusted razor blades!!
Love
You, the cultured expert of seduction...
of broken promises beyond bounds,
expert lips and satin touches
Gladly will I draw delight
writhing wildly through the night
Don't fool yourself, I moan because it turns ME on.
Tired
That's right, I said tired...
Your time for redemption has passed
Don't whine, it is so annoying
You had your chance to claim your prize
You really thought I bought your lies?
I'll call you the next time my sheets are cold...
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