The truth is hidden within the tears,
As her eyes turn away from thee,
When her ears become deaf to thee,
For others words to feed her fantasy.
Thy wishes to linger within her beauty,
And her ecstasy to beguile thee,
And taunted ye are to bite,
As the crocodile tears deceive.
Feed not upon her,
Hunger thine heart, within calmer waters,
For her need of thee not at all!
Be naught deceived when her ask to call!
She cleaves thy primal to her control,
Yet lies to thine own heart,
Until thine heart be nare then whole,
Tread these waters not!
If she asks ye to stay?
Run man!
Run!
For dear life!
And stay thee well away!



~Pamela



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