I am tired of that same old kiss
And hearing of the unforeseen bliss.
For your company I do not yearn;
You cause no flames to keenly burn.
Instead, its disgust that's burning,
For first falling victim to yearning;
Damn bat, you are no pretty dove,
You cannot see I am not in love!
Your voice doesn't calm me like the breeze.
You are the blight that kills rich trees.
I really want to set you on fire,
With you, that is my only desire.
Copyright 2010 Leslie Alexis
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