You're foolish for being so in love
With a woman that will play you
Like a good hand in a game of Poker
She will whisper sweet nothings and then
Squeeze her fist around your heart
She will run her hand over your smooth skin
And then slash it with a blade
She will demand all the love you have to give
And then throw it all away
But you know all this
You know that poison runs in her veins
And yet,
You continue to love her
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