Being Used Poem by david gerardino
Being Used
HE wispers poison in her ears.
SOUNDS like a ghost she thinks,
or a love thats been twisted, and
bent,
HE gives her flowers, and a bottle
of red wine, and a moment of hope,
just a moment, only a moment,
then he stumbles out the door.
HE wispers poison in her ears...
then brakes free
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