Pawn

by arabelle   Nov 12, 2008


Always a free heart
Bleeding on the sleeve
Her love, such forbidden art
She will merely deceive
Her beauty a sin
She will draw and seduce
Taking everything from within
Thriving for this abuse
Your denial, too weak
Those around will look away
Knowing not when to speak
Your heart will sway
Then, swiftly she is gone
You're now her worthless pawn

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