Siren's CallMature

I fear, my dear, your love is but
Nothing for I'm just a slut.

My sweetened smile, my largened bust;
you're but a man, succumbed to lust.

As though I have a siren's call
You're just another turned to a fool.

And so your love is reduced to
Nothing, for it's nothing new.

Another wanting for a date.

Another fearing it's too late.

Another who's willing to wait.

Another who's taken the bait.

And you don't care what is at stake
For down you fall,
As you're caught in a siren's call. 

The End

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