Heated
Good thing I'm shielded
From the heat of your hatred.
Soon though you'll be beneath me,
Then you'll be the one melting.
Good thing I've shielded my heart
From your desire to rip me apart.
Soon though you'll give in
To how I'll be making your head spin.
You would've been dead sooner,
But with you I love feeling like a winner.
Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2019
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