Serpents' Tongue
Slither slither to and fro
A senseless pattern as you go
Reptilian fashion cold remorse
Emotionless as if a corpse
No point in loving
You have no heart
Cold hearted being
Right from the start
Swallowing prey
And love alike
Makes no difference
No teeth to bite
Serpentile demeanor
How cold you are
I loved you
Right from the start
Shame on me
Brainless fool
Manipulated by a
Reptilian tool
It's not your fault
You have no heart
I should have sensed it
From the start.
Copyright © Kelli White | Year Posted 2016
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