A devious criminal, communicating from a cold prison cell.
On a mission of trickery, he had sweet sweet words to plant and sell.
His plan to control, roam and play inside her head.
He only shared full blown asinine dread.
Pouncing upon her gentle soul, like a wild fire burning out of control.
As he gained her sincere trust he taunted her soul, really creepy foul and bold.
Expressing his deep love, stating that it would last forever and forever.
His attitude part devil, he was a heel, untrustworthy and icy clever.
While he played his crooked game, he was running streaming anger, and flaunting his cold heart.
As his words turned nasty and treacherous, his sweet words now icy stinging darts.
He was wretched, spreading black cascading anger that quickly chilled.
At the end of that journey, she felt a sense of sadness flowing inside crippling patchy reels.
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