The Evil Queen
That trick you pulled off,
That was playing it smart.
You have taking care of
You down to an art.
You’re a destroyer of human souls,
Just thought you should know.
You don't care, that stopped
A long time ago.
Your beauty is only skin deep,
Inside your ugly and wilted.
You are not what you show to others,
Your mean and tilted.
You only show them the rose,
Never the thorns.
I know the real you,
Grab the ram by the horns.
You always have a new victim
Before you discard the old.
The victim is hooked in,
He thinks he struck gold.
My love for you was
True and real.
You blow it off like
It's no big deal.
To stop from drowning,
It’s a constant fight.
It hits the hardest in the
Dead of night.
A forever wound that
Will never heal.
Looking back, not one time
Were you real?
I'm hurt and confused,
Full of aggression.
I teeter between
That and depression.
On purpose you poked
My ***** esteem.
Tore my heart out and
Took away my dream.
You devour sexual energy,
Your daily routine.
You rule the kingdom,
The evil Queen.
Turbo1904
Copyright © Debbie Middaugh | Year Posted 2022
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