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Let The Chaos Listen
Realistically speaking, I transformed you.
We teased you and taunted,
sexy and alluring,
loving when you called us both "Mine."
Our toy on a string,
A boy but a thing.
We should not have played,
We should not have teased,
The fault was mostly all mine.
Your allure was not looks but your mind.
The puzzles you cracked were the walls of our hearts
and the kindness you spoke was like sun.
You were then a gentlemen,
of quiet sorts and prose,
but now you're disfigured and raw.
You're perverted and creepy
but still kinda nifty,
when I wanna talk about girls.
Forgive me for speaking
but you were never for my keeping.
I thought and I thought, blinded by thought
that you had your eyes on me only.
My best friend you sought
and still you are seeking.
Keep your paws off, she's taken.
Now it's your turn to break.
It's your turn to writhe.
I never wished it upon you
but still I've never had such fun.
You better not think it.
You better best bury it.
The wishes and thoughts,
the desires and knots,
they all better flush down the toilet.
A friend you still are,
though looked down upon,
A friend none-the-less you can be.
You need a new change.
You need a new lifestyle.
From what we can see you're a creep.
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