Oh, What Tangled Webs We Weave

By Miztaken4beauty

The curse of cuves,
and bad taste in men.
A taste for the wicked.
A penchant for sin.
She's alarming,
disarming,
[and oh so]
very charming.
Crazy and unforgiving,
Forever reliving
the past.
[Miztakes]

But she's growing older.
Perfected the cold shoulder.
[With every notch in the bed post.]
From every memory's fading ghost.

At least they're honest.
They take and leave.
Not showing her exactly
What she wants to believe.

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Copyright 2010 Miztaken4beauty
Published on Tuesday, September 7, 2010.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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