The Wolf in Sheeps Clothing.
I am called a shallow man
With a cynical heart
And a wondering hand
A masked charade
Fitted with synthetic truth,
A deceitful tirade
From a heartbreaking tooth.
I am called a despicable guy
Completely void of a soul
And a wondering eye.
A beautiful prequel
Deserving a round of applause,
Then a terrible sequel
Such a wonderful fraud.
I am called all this before I meet her,
But as far as the next one goes
I have yet to become a… cheater.
-JoeV-
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JoeVposted on 07/06/2009
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