Unintentionally

You sold me out to save yourself.

Desired by many.

Loved by none.

Too much to handle.

Unlike no other,

meant to be good.

Intentions not to offend,

none the less insolence vacillates.

Intimidation presses.

Men acting as boys,

perhaps that’s the misgiving.

No man to handle such a siren.

Looking for that one.

Grab the reins and ride.


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