Pistol Whipped
By mikeygreenleaf
Love me in each way
That you find impure
Leave me with little
I would not endure
A devilish smile
Aquamarine eyes
Golden blond hair
Mouthful of lies
Croon to me sweetly
With soft spoken words
Seduce my esteem
With poisonous verbs
Emotional hostage
A role I play well
No incantation
Could break such a spell
While I'm distracted
Draw your gun near
Swing with your might
Deception lies here
Beat my head over
Again, Yes again
Until I taste "mettle"
You continue to win
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Copyright 2014 mikeygreenleaf
Published on Saturday, July 19, 2014.
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On Thursday, September 11, 2014, soul_versing
(774) wrote:
Sometimes being toyed with is the cure. I tip my hat to thee. I'm beginning to love your torturous wordplay it's inviting.