No Thanks Love
Love,
you can keep it,
it makes me feel sick.
It's not good,
it's an evil trick.
Just like playing on a ouija board,
it's not your dead relatives,
it's a dark overlord.
It's not when the wind finally ceases,
it's when it returns and violently increases.
I fell for its lure,
I fell for its charm,
it did me no good,
all it did was harm.
So, no thanks love,
I know the real you,
go show someone else
the wonders that you do.
Copyright © Jenny Brewer | Year Posted 2014
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