His Hope
You’ll live briefly in the euphoria of his love
Before you realize what it is that is going on
What spell were you under that brought you this far?
You’re too ashamed now of who you are
That you go about and devour every loving heart
That beats just enough for you to fill a part
What kind of monster did he make you become?
You should’ve turned away and run
Before he ever, ever had the chance
To get his hopes up
Copyright © Sean Wolff | Year Posted 2019
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