The Dragon
Oh the Dragon,
That damn red dragon.
She mocks me with friendly smiles
and friendly hugs.
She lives to get my hopes up and crush them at their highest point.
and sheads tears for me when I go.
She says she loves me,
but then burns my heart with guilt and hate.
Her beauty is unbearable
and she is on fire.
She flies overhead and has no boundaries.
She cares for me and loves me,
But I ask myself, "Does she really love me?"
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
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