Disguised
I always thought
You were my diamond
In a pile of coals.
But just a wolf
hiding in sheep skin;
you devoured my heart
there it sits -
Pulsing red and bleeding
out your lies.
Do you even know what you've done!?
Do you even care,
bewitching my mind,
howling at me,
your sweet moon.
Poured false belief false promise
Into me.
There is no future for us.
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