Prey

I won't trust you or relax
But I'll smile and pretend
And this carapace of ice
Will fool you in the end
You'll think you'll have me won
But you can't own a soul
And when you try to find my heart
You'll find a bleeding hole
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Eyetest

My taste in men is far worse than my eyesight

Are my rosetinted spectacles to blame?
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One Night

An exchange of saliva, not heart Makes it easier when the time comes to depart ©cih06

The Obsessor

I get overly optimistic
Interpret everything as signs that you'll love me eternal
Which, I suppose, you may well do
But only in a manner fraternal
©cih04

Football Fan

No matter what a nice man you may be
How hard working, a good husband and father
I, a lone female, feel intimidated
Faced by you, colour clad, clutching your lager
©cih06