Trapped
To someone that loved me,
Love is a venus flytrap,
Oh so alluring.
It is wildly free,
Yet it leaves me burning.
Love takes me in
And makes me feel warm,
But I am foolish, blind
To the future harm.
How can I escape
Such travesty?
It is cold now, dark,
And I can no longer see.
Is there anyone out there?
“Help! Help!” I shout.
Love is a venus flytrap,
And there is no way out.
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