she met me on that famous road
dressed all stylish and hip.
trying to intimidate.
trying to impress.
didn't seem to care much
for what i thought about her.
i threw my thoughts
in a rut of shame,
this girl doesn't know
what i am.
she doesn't have the soul it takes
to run beside a lonely wolf -
when i gaze into her icy eyes
i see an inner beast
hungry for the hearts of talented boys.
i liked her
from the start.
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It's always those temptresses we should know better about that lure us in. Another fantastic one.