The One
Staying out late at night she is a taker of substance
with a golden tongue she speaks untruths
all with out reluctance.
Like a captured pray I dangle from her web
I am slowly being devoured
very soon I will be dead.
Where is my defender from this torment
my soul cries for mercy
yet the sorrow remains consistent
So little I would not have done
my love was true as I lay now the prisoner
of her----- "the one".
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2006
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