Satan's heroine
Our paths crossed once before,
and here you are at my door.
Not coming in but I wish you would,
I pulled you in as hard as I could.
But still you stand just outside my reach.
As I continue to painfully preach.
You were once so good for me,
but then from my life you must of fled.
And stayed away for a minute too long,
and forgot my name and our song.
I ran to the next one,
and thought nothing of you or our son.
But then you began to knock on the entrance way.
I was so afraid and couldn't decide what to say.
So I tried to play it safe,
but soon the conversation began to chafe.
I missed our lustful passion,
and didn't care where you'd been.
But once again, I'm wondering,
why you're still blundering.
I was doing fine,
when you were kind.
Kind enough to stay away,
but now I've got to pay.
For letting you come back,
and making me face the facts.
That I am a horrible person,
Satan's favorite heroine.
Although I changed,
and my conscience rearranged,
you managed to make me feel guilty,
for being me.
I realized how I was so mean,
but you still treated me like your queen.
But now I'm just your little concubine,
who you barely ever care to bind.
You haven't binded me to anything,
or given me another ring.
Maybe that's what hurts the most,
Though I continue to stand my post.
Maybe I want you to love me like you did,
Because now I realized what I did.
Baby, please come back and be mine,
Or just knock on my door and give me the sign.
~ a l e x i a d y s l e x i a
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