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~ GIVEN ~

Take a number... have a seat
I'll be with you...after I eat

Once I devour...what's left of your heart
Not till then...will I depart

Neglected,young and beautiful...I shall dine in extreme delight
Too bad, she's vulnerable...most likely will feed tonight

Once carved and sacked...I'd lick my chops clean
I'd wash these hands of her...after,I flee the scene

She'll never see this coming...nor expect this from me
She chose to take the number...with a smile so friendly

She had this trust within her eyes...this touch within her stare
As if she was willing...to offer me love and care

This plan I say...somewhat came true
For in my heart...meant not to hurt you
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It's too bad...you chose to eat and run
I would have GIVEN my all...love unlike none

This poem was written by 4 SUGAR BEAR on Nov 09, 2007.

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  1. Rick Brown says:

    Sounds like a vampire poem. Because a vampire hypnotise you by being nice, then all of a sudden, they are sucking the very life out of you.

  2. The Phoenix says:

    dark... can feel the pain with you on this one. have been there before!