sauvé
and debonair
words
so smooth
they
flow like liqueur
makes
money
smoldering
good looks
he’s
even interested in you
but
he’s not the one you choose
even
though he moves
heaven
and earth for you
the
heart wants
what
the heart wants
a
swing and a miss
next
time you’ll bunt
i
can treat you like fragile flowers
nurture,
cull, protect
then
watch you offer your neck
to
the vampires who satisfy
their
blood lust
then
leave your carcass
in
a putrid alley
the
lesson learned
be
yourself
till
that is what someone loves
and
while you wait
expect
to be very lonely
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