Despising
At one time you were my demise.
But now I can see
beyond those beady eyes.
You were a disguise
to make me realize,
What I wanted and craved.
It is my choice
Though not to be you slave!
I see your ways
And honey, now you are
the one who will be
Played.
The conclave of your life,
Will turn to dust.
Because all you are is a
Balloon ready to bust!
Copyright © Tara Ann Mcnally | Year Posted 2007
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