Damn, she wrote another poem about me…
She has an interesting perspective but gets too emotional and bent out of shape.
So I put her in her place.
Not a trace,
did I leave
on her face.
Except for those dew drops on her face.
But she left out the best parts.
I am like the Sun.
I am all the glitz and glam in the world.
I am the Lion who rips apart it’s prey.
I am the caretaker of Legions of Souls.
I am the unstoppable,
I ate the Devil for breakfast and he tasted like cupcakes.
I am one so smooth, butter drips at the site of me.
I am the Sugary Dill-ish Ice cream delights.
I will get you addicted to me.
You will cummm so hard, that you’d beg me for more.
And then at the first sight of a feverish frenzy over me,
I drop you like the condom from the night before.
Off some ditsy girl,
Or maybe some lawyer.
I have an insatiable hunger.
I need to feed.
But deep down inside, mostly I can’t stand any of you.
I keep my heart to my self.
To those who matter.
To those deemed loyal.
I wish to lay at the bottom of the Ocean.
Singing to my Gods.