My body becameA vacant
My body became
A vacant spot.
As my emotions
Began to rot.
The love he gave, the
Emotions were real.
The "I love You's"
Became surreal.
Your hands ran
Over my body,
Over the curves
Like it was a hobby.
The moans he gave, the
Actions was surreal
My heart was the only
Thing he wanted to steal..
My body became a vacant pit.
This action became easy to commit. .
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