where some are predator or prey.
Or those who find another soul
who's objective is to stay.
While other chase unrelenting hearts
who want nothing more than words.
Creative lies and writhing tongues
that eager ears have heard.
Entreating promises designed to tempt,
to change and build and bend.
The innocent ones, have unwittingly believed
and invested their feelings in.
Stumbling, reaching, pursuing those;
the ones with callous intentions.
Encouraging dreams with unfounded trust
with waxing and waning affection.
We are the many, the lost, and unhappy.
The gullible, latched onto every word.
Putting faith and trust in a thief in disguise,
skeptical we're being lured.
The ones who invest our life and love
into something that doesn't exist.
Believing we'll change their mind to stay;
confident that they'll insist.
They don't, in fact. They saunter away
expecting us not to feel spited.
Confirming we fell too much in love
our feelings left unrequited.
A continuous web we'll undoubtedly to weave
'til we're strong enough to flee
the oppressing ones who keep us pinned
and we're not too blind to see.
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