Molly My Love

Young Molly is topping the death charts at number 1 with a stray bullet. The gun is led by a headhunters scorn. Desired by many and made in the forsaken pulpit. No warnings entail, as many now morn. This is seen by many in the spiritual fit. Nobody will leave unarmed, no one will leave the pit. Music blares as happiness is shared. Mindless terror seems to tail off of the thoughts as they glare. An evening of pure unadulterated scare. Tensions build and then flare. The dawns early light seems to impair, as many surmise, “never ever again “I swear.” The side effects became more and more aware. It was time to have a depressive share. The night that created the debonair now plats disrepair. Love used to fill this ball room with air. Now it is just full of plenty of solitaire. Molly’s next foolish love affair will be an insightful dare, but it will again flare. She is an ex, who is seen to spread a great public affair. Yearning with her desired air, the crowd once again is in a sedated share. Pursued and erupted this cup of pleasurable tea is ready to be declared. Those who indulged erupt then explode and are no longer spared.