Love Hunt



A poem about the love trap doupe

Love Hunt 

The darkness has worn out welcome 
moments right before he spoke 
micro seconds passed 
in the moments 
before I was eaten alive 
that foggy morning 
I watched in terror as it circled me 
just waiting to take me in 
by surprise a little closer 
maybe if id kept my eye on him 
flashed a bargain grin 
I love you it spoke 
I died again 

Copyright @Stoned Poetess 2014

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