Silverinna Annastasia

Rookie (12/09/1995 / Elizabeth)

The Con Artist - Poem by Silverinna Annastasia

Her anger is sharp, her anger is true.
And she's coming after you.
You lied, you cheated, you broke your promise to her.
And now you are going to suffer.
She gave you money, she gave you love, she gave you everything.
You better start running.
She was normal, she was honest and sweet, but now she's done.
You were nothing but a Con.
You better run, you better hide or she'll get you.
And then you'll be through.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 31, 2012

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