Deception
A wolf in sheep's clothing.
Are you supposing
I would not end up knowing?
My heart and mind opening
at each new meeting.
A warm greeting.
Another one deceiving.
Where is this leading?
My heart starts bleeding.
No more of this teasing.
I am now retreating.
Disgusted and seething.
A sheep in wolves clothing.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2018
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