To the Succubus of my Younger Years

by Beowulf   Aug 17, 2004


I look at you and all I feel is pain
You're beautiful, yes
Even more so than you were
Quite some time ago
When you so selfishly ripped out
My heart
And kept it for yourself
You had no use for it
Yet you
With your kleptomaniac ways
Couldn't resist the temptation

Well, guess what
I've crept in
And managed to take it back

You'll never have it again

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