Treasure Island

Louis Borgo

(01-06-1988 / shelby)

A Man Eater She Was


Mom warn me of girls like you but I didn’t listen,
You was out to search and destroy,
A sheep with wolf clothing,
How did you manage to keep the disguise? Wait I have the answer.

I can see how some insecurities, could play a role,
Or even perhaps the strain of absent parent could be a factor,
Or maybe the guy that was last did you the favor of leave a chain letter,
But When I looked in your eyes how could you lie without even blinking, where is the remorse?

I can see it now lust to add to a plus of size clothing,
Brilliance over arrogance and time portray all,
And time heals all, and when I look in the mirror,
A better man I am and thoughts to thank her and now I can smile.

A man eater indeed, lust before trust was her deed.

Submitted: Saturday, July 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013
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