A Serial Killer In My Heart
He met her at the bar,
she asked him for a drink,
he said yes,
and he felt the link,
he saw everything that set her apart,
It went from calls,
to dates,
to late night coffee,
and cheese cakes,
Love was in the air,
he thought what they had was rare,
but in reality it was just...,
another murder affair,
she missed his calls
with no return calls,
at all,
she played games
to enthrall,
Then one day,
she came,
she knocked on the door, dressed in black,
poised to attack,
she explained she found someone better,
Do not write anymore letters,
she said,
they won't be read,
do not shed tears,
do not act dumb,
forget me,
drown yourself with beers
if you must,
I've gained your trust,
If it was love,
then its full of rust,
He was stabbed in the heart,
and burned all over,
he couldn't see her from afar no more,
as she left his life,
he knew hard would be the strive,
He walked alone under the city night lights,
without his might,
without his pride,
Grotesque was the man whose heart was broken,
walked alone under the city night lights,
without his might,
without his pride
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