Devastation’s Complication

I am not good with persuasion.
Even though I was young & am beautiful,
& Caucasian.
She appeared at your door.
I swear she was there.
Ignore the creeps & whores.
We need groceries at the store.
I am so broke & poor.
Don't look in that drawer.
That is theirs not yours.
Who is keeping score?
Our love can't restore.
The one I adore.
Seduction soars.
My heart wants more.
Do you need proof?
See are window from the roof.

Author Notes:

( A poem about finances, independence, infidelity or affairs. A love so beautiful you could watch it unfold from a window like a t.v.)
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved

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