Late Night Heartbreak
Nightfall swallows the day
The lovely beast make their sounds
Tis the hour of nocturnal play
The weak and feeble arent allowed
But in the systematic act
There is a slight disrupt
I must watch my back
The succubus runs amok
Her eyes set on me
Looks like she wants to play
But she fails to see
My heart wont be part of her game
Her meaning was overcome by rage
Now she has nothing to live for
The late night heartbreak
Doesnt belong to me, but to her.
Copyright © Charles Jefferson | Year Posted 2012
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