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Whore Poet
Silly wabbit
She fell for it
Hook line and sinker
Wasn't much the deep thinker
Like she perceived herself to be
Deceived herself so she did
Afflicted with tunnel vision
Seeing only her desires in front of her
And not the full scope of the situation
She pushed on full steam ahead
And down the wabbit hole she went
Peeked her head into his inbox
Trying to become tonight's entertainment
Just for starters
Fed him an appetizer
Flirted like the rest
Stroked his ego just like the rest
Skirted with the possibilities of a rendezvous
They went from erotic texting
To late night phone sexing
Then they got down to the nitty gritty
She gave up the kitty
And incidentally her heart
So was the beginning of their chemical romance
That never stood a chance
She was Cinderella at the dance
Then the clock struck twelve
She opened her eyes
And saw a ballroom littered with Cinderellas
All with glitter in their eyes
Waltzing with multiple clones of him
Lead astray by his words
Nervously she reached out
To touch the version she was enamored with
Saw that he was only paper thin
Just like his poetry
It must have been time for him to shed his skin
And slither freely about like a snake
Disguised as a gentleman
She fell for it
Hook line and sinker
Wasn't much the deep thinker
Like she perceived herself to be
Deceived herself so she did
Afflicted with tunnel vision
Seeing only her desires in front of her
And not the full scope of the situation
She pushed on full steam ahead
And down the wabbit hole she went
Peeked her head into his inbox
Trying to become tonight's entertainment
Just for starters
Fed him an appetizer
Flirted like the rest
Stroked his ego just like the rest
Skirted with the possibilities of a rendezvous
They went from erotic texting
To late night phone sexing
Then they got down to the nitty gritty
She gave up the kitty
And incidentally her heart
So was the beginning of their chemical romance
That never stood a chance
She was Cinderella at the dance
Then the clock struck twelve
She opened her eyes
And saw a ballroom littered with Cinderellas
All with glitter in their eyes
Waltzing with multiple clones of him
Lead astray by his words
Nervously she reached out
To touch the version she was enamored with
Saw that he was only paper thin
Just like his poetry
It must have been time for him to shed his skin
And slither freely about like a snake
Disguised as a gentleman
Published 17th Aug 2018
| Edited 10th Oct 2018
Author's Note
Some times writing in 3rd person is the only safe way for me. In the end I knew he was a whore.The signs were all there.I was just stupidly hoping for something more. Lesson learned [ Dec 2011 ]
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Nice rhyme and flow first of all...and a warning for those who come after her. And the good news: she doesn't have to do it again. We fuck up and we learn....hopefully!
17th Aug 2018 6:06pm
There's the girl and there's the woman. I just wanna be a girl dammit!
But the woman has to always protect the girl. Sometimes She's not on her job..lol. Thanx for taking the time to read and comment : -)
But the woman has to always protect the girl. Sometimes She's not on her job..lol. Thanx for taking the time to read and comment : -)
27th Aug 2018 4:30am
27th Aug 2018 11:47am
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- Edited 20th Oct 2018 7:45pm
10th Sep 2018 7:06am
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