Throwing words away into the ether,
In search of a seeker.
Did you meet her? Have you seen her?
Does she still believe the holes in her net are catching no suitor?
My Medusa is caught in a mirror.
A reflection of her former self; from sweet heart to sinner.
Now cast in stone are her army of lovers,
All standing proud, never moving on;
Trapped inside her thoughts forever,
Deep in their endless slumber; never completely gone.
All memories compared to me;
All seem to win eventually.
Surrounded by snakes; her endless din,
Are screaming at me, to go on, leave!
But love is my shield,
I trust in her virtue.
I must confess the way she makes me feel;
I must suggest a rendezvous.
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