Romantic Possession

She’s a demon
And there’s room for
Your heart in her cage.

Lies, a cage of lies.
She’ll slip your tired
Soul from its place
And twirl it around
Her finger.

She wears white T
Covered in red cardigan.

Her honest propositions
Shine by day
But by night,
Disarm you of virtue and care.

Your heart becomes the animal
Tamed by her lies.
The cage is just a resting place:
A temporary fixation for pleasure
Before she devours your sense of
Direction. Just wait
And your dignity dies.


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