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The Narcissist

I met a mysterious man

It was love at first sight

 

Thought he was charming

Things weren't quite right

 

He spoke to me romantic

Pure seduction in my eyes

 

I loved the way he kissed

It taste of such sweet lies

 

He gazed deep to my soul

He said I was perfection

 

Yet it was not me he spoke

But to his own reflection

 

He was a man so confident

Sure no one could disagree

 

So naive I was for thinking

That you could ever love me

 

Now I find myself silenced

A little lost book in a shelf

 

A Narcissist can not love

Except their beautiful self

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Written by
jackeline-chacon
Published
Aug 24, 2014
Lines·Words
20·108
Tags
#love#self#disorder#lost#personality#confidence#disorders#narcissist#esteem#narcissism
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