Spinning head
Feelings led
Emotions bad
Spun in thread
Eyes all red
Heart sitting sad
I wish I heard
Instead I read
The words 'dead'
Has made me mad
Lying in bed
Thinking of the end
A potion you sent
After you went
What that meant?
I feel being pent
But surely I learnt
Your love goes on rent
Once attracted by scent
You enter their tent
Then,
Disappear through vent
You are not a gent!
A male ***** who spent
Pennies and cents
Leaving true love, in tense
Your love, makes no sense
A man of dark dense
That's why,
Gone are your true friends...

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