Preying on your weakness
Betrayal he imparts
Promising forever, playing with your heart
Keeping talents hidden as in a game of darts
He hits the bullseye once, you can’t believe the feel
And while your heart is healing
He starts tightening the reel
You flounder in the wake
While slowly being pulled back in
Almost unbelieving when he leaves you once again
A dream of love’s a fine thing, but can cut as sharp as scissors
Avoid being fooled by only smoke and mirrors.
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Love this! The image of being reeled back in, like a fish on a line, struggling and suffocating–very powerful!
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